As They Say - (Revised) - 44. Entry 57 & 58

28th June 1991:

Today I went to see The Naked Gun 2 ½ movie with Thomas. It's not my cup of tea; I'll tell you that much.

Why did I use a cup of tea in my sentence?

Sigh… I'm listening to adults too much

Who wrote that ridiculous mess?

Sure, some parts of the film were funny, but people in the audience were legitimately erupting with laughter every five minutes. Perhaps it's me and my humour, but the only part of the film I found funny was the killer scene.

A guy came into a bathroom with a woman; while she's in the shower, she starts singing. All along, he's putting a silencer on his gun to be quiet, then all of a sudden, he takes over the room with his singing. I have no idea why it appealed to me, but it just seemed amusing. Not that the scene was supposed to appear dark or anything. I don't know, it gave me a tingly feeling in my chest, and before long, I knew that my cheeks were beginning to raise and I smiled.

As for the experience with Thomas, I mean, it wasn't the worst. I know this will probably sound weird coming from me considering he's, well... you know, creepy. If you be patient and get to know him, he's not that bad. Thomas refused to take any money from me. I brought my own money to pay for my ticket and my food, but he insisted on getting everything for me.

Those were his words, "You don't have to pay; it's my treat."

When I tried offering him back, Thomas just politely declined. I tried pulling a fast one, hoping that I'd buy the food if he paid the tickets. It wasn't like I was ripping him off or anything. The sheer difference in the price was about a pound or two. Still, the way I was looking at it was that if he were willing to pay for it, then I'd save myself £2. I wasn't using it as an excuse not to pay for anything. It was just, you know... Thomas was offering a handout, and I was willing to pay some of my shares.

Once the film began, the talking with Thomas ceased. Usually, if I were with the boys, they would continuously talk through the entire viewing. I heard a chuckle every time a funny part of the film came along; other than that, he didn't say much.

Though Thomas did routinely ask, "Do you want popcorn?"

I'm not a fan of popcorn, so I just got myself a little box of it. When I ran out, he kept asking me did I want some of his popcorn. It got to a point where it was growing tiresome until I finally said I'd take some. Eventually, Thomas stopped enquiring. Another thing that comes to mind is that he ate very slowly. It was like he was conserving enough popcorn in case I wanted some.

This is worrisome. Maybe Thomas does have a crush on me, and he's trying to win me over.

How long has Thomas had a crush on me? Is it recent or a lot longer? Why am I only noticing this now?

Let's hope I haven't been entirely oblivious to the situation for years; that would be somehow embarrassing. I should tell Thomas that I'm not interested. Though how would I do that without hurting his feelings?

Thomas seems genuinely interested.

A move like this, though, could damage our friendship. Then again, I guess a ruined friendship is better than an uncomfortable relationship. Don't get me wrong; oddly enough, I like the attention. I think it's nice getting admired, sought after. It feels weird, somehow. It's as if I'm up for grabs as a prize or something. But it gets old, quickly.

Nevertheless, after the movie ended, I told him I had to cut it short. I didn't want to go home with him after my newfound discovery. You should've seen his face. Thomas was so glum after I said it. I shouldn't have mentioned anything about going home with him.

When he asked me, I should've just said, "No, I don't think I can come back with you."

Now it feels even worse because after possibly getting his hopes up, I just let them shatter. So yeah. I left him, and I went off and did my own thing—not that it was a lot. I found out Ross went off somewhere, so I spent my time pottering around the house all evening.

I'm going to cry, crash for the evening.

I'll see if sleep comes, and maybe the guilt I felt for Thomas will dissipate.

Anyway later,

Adam

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29th June 1991:

I've been considering. What if I held a party for Ross's birthday? I touched on it a couple of entries ago, but I think it sounds like an excellent idea now. I have some money saved up from my allowance. Well, it's not my allowance; it is merely some money I have saved up. Essentially, the leftover odds Mam gave me: like money for sweets and stuff for the shop. It's not much, but it could buy some of the party supplies for Ross's celebration day. I could get the boys together, and we could throw him the best birthday bash he's ever had. Well, I hope it will be.

Today wasn’t all that special; nothing exciting happened for me to cherish about it in here for an entire entry. I just finished one of my locomotives, and I’m happy to have it added to the track on my model railcar. I’ve noticed a few shit places where the paint dried bad, but I’m still happy with the way it turned out. I guess that's all that happened today— a whole lot of nothing.

So… I'll check back in tomorrow,

Adam