As They Say - (Revised) - 33. Entry 42 & 43

9th June 1991:

Alright… Alright, calm down. I'm sorry I didn't check in with you yesterday. If you absolutely must know, all that happened yesterday was Ross adding the texture to the mould he carved out. Plus, Carl stopped by to see if I wanted to meet up with Eli. When I told him that I didn't want to see Eli, he asked why? When I said to Carl that Ross and Eli had a heated moment, he seemed intrigued. Carl looked at Ross, then back to me. He wasn't sure if I was telling the truth or not, but Carl laughed when Ross nodded his head.

Carl said, "Really… Awh, shit... What did I miss?"

Seeing that I didn't find it in any way amusing, I kind of tore into Carl. I mean, why would he find it so funny? I didn't see a funny side to it. Ross didn't find it funny.

So why should Carl find it funny?

Afterwards, I felt terrible for doing it, so after Ross left, I went over to Carl and apologised. He accepted my apology, which concludes that I need to get Eli and Ross talking again. If I can do that in coming days, then it should be okay. Let's just hope nothing else happens... sigh.

I'll check in soon,

Adam

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10th June 1991:

Fantastic, awesome, exuberant, extraordinary news; I've sat watching the rain from my bedroom window all day. Okay, I'll be honest, nothing about it was excellent in the slightest way. I've never been so bored in all my life. I should've accepted my Mam's invitation to help her around the house cleaning. At least, it would've broken up my day a little bit, but then again, I was a bit too stubborn to do that. I didn't want to help her because: why would I help her? It's the middle of summer.

Who wants to help their Mam clean?

Though it probably would've broken the monotony of this dreaded, dreary day.

Sure, I had Ross to keep me company for a little bit, but there are only so many times you can play cards, dominoes, and watch TV. I wished all day that it would stop, though it didn't.

Nothing life-altering happened today.

Sure, Ross and I held hands again in the privacy of my bedroom. I was as nervous as he was because Ross stuttered on his words when I asked, but it was so cute.

Ross's hand reached for my hand before he even got the chance to say anything. Not that he needed to say anything. Ross could've just slid his hand into my hand. Weirdly, we were holding hands for about ten minutes; it was terrific, and his palm was hot and sweaty. Mine was cold; that's all I can remember about that.

After a while, we started comparing the size of our hands against each other. My hands are slightly bigger than Ross's, so I won that contest. We began having some weird competitions between each other: like who could put their leg over their head? Or who could lick their elbow? Those kind of strange things. I found out that Ross is very flexible. However, on a flexible note, I think I pulled something in my back.

I should be okay by tomorrow.

I'm going to try and get some sleep but let's hope it's not raining tomorrow. I'm trying to elevate the pain as best I can. I'll need to shove a pillow under my back.

Night,

Adam