As They Say - (Revised) - 34. Entry 44 & 45

12th June 1991:

Right, well, I'm still in the same predicament as I was a day ago. I just realised I missed yesterday... shit. I hate missing days; it feels like a part of me is forgotten or something. Nothing remarkable happened anyway, so let's just skip it and move on.

Today, however, I went over to Eli’s. He seemed majorly happy to see me. I wasn't extraordinarily happy to see him, but I wanted to smooth things over. So, I asked him, and Eli actually came with me to meet up with Ross, and he apologised. It was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. Genuinely, I felt that they would not relent as quickly or at least have another go at each other. But no... they just shook hands and were cool.

I had chicken curry today. Ummm… it’s so delicious. I wish I could have it every day, but then again, I suppose it's not good to do that. I'm not sure why I wrote that, but I can't rub it out now.

Not that I'm arsed.

Food is just... hmm... Can you deny how gorgeous food is?

I'd ask you, what the hell are you smoking if you didn't love pizza?

Other than that, I guess that’s all that happened. I am happy that the two boys are talking again; maybe we can go somewhere tomorrow like all of us as a group. We could go swimming again if the day is okay.

I'm going to chill for a bit and construct one of my new carriage kits, so I'll be ready to paint it soon.

Night,

Adam

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13th June 1991:

Well, today was indeed interesting… Very interesting. But let's first get the mundane stuff out of the way. So, I met up with the guys, and we all went swimming. Though this time around, everyone kept their shorts on. I guess that made Ross feel more at ease.

At least Ross and Eli were both getting on.

Eli reminded me that his birthday is coming up, and he's asked if I wanted to come along. And get this, he invited Ross. I guess that is the clear indication that the two of them have moved on. So, of course, I said yes.

Now, I'm stuck with having to buy a present.

Not that I wasn't going to turn up to his birthday party without one. What sort of friend would I be if I didn't turn up? A pretty lousy one, I imagine.

Oh, and yes, I reckon I'll have to buy a present.

So, here's where the fun begins. When I got home, it was just Ross and me. My parents were busy cooking dinner. I decided to go up to my room with Ross. If it were a girl, my Mam would've told me to leave the door open. Figuring Ross is a boy, I closed the door.

So, Ross and I are going through an old photo album of my family. Weirdly, he asked to see it; he wanted to see what I looked like when I was younger. And, of course, I obliged him.

I went digging for the family album. Every picture I turned over with me in it, Ross kept saying I was cute.

Did I write that correctly?

Ross thinks I'm cute.

Well, at least I was cute, but yeah, it was just a real eye-opener for me, you know. I kept getting butterflies in my stomach, and occasionally I got an erection, which doesn't seem to be anything new. As I turned the pages, Ross just glanced at me from the side. I could see him staring at me from the corner of my eye.

As I was explaining one of the pictures to him, Ross just lightly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I felt his nose brush up against my face as he did it. I felt so nervous; I just stopped turning the pages, and I stared directly ahead. Then Ross did it again, only this time it was more deliberate and soft. It was like all my senses had come to life. I could feel how cushy the bed was, and my heart was gallivanting in my chest. Then I leaned into Ross too, and I kissed him on the mouth. Then he kissed back harder; we started laying into each other. It was weird at first. I wasn't too sure whether I was supposed to lean my head to one side or the other, but Ross is confident. Ross seemed to know what he was doing, either that or he's a natural. Maybe it was just a run-of-the-mill thought; perhaps it was just common sense.

One of us had to turn the other way.

Nonetheless, our two mouths churned into each other, and we got a little sloppy. Ross's lips were kissing my mouth, but not actually on my mouth, if that makes sense. I can’t explain it, but it was so wet, he was missing my lips. It was like a washing machine. When I asked to stop for a second, Ross just smiled nervously at me, and I wiped my lips. Then I went back in for a second kiss. This time it was a little bit more controlled, and I was doing most of the work. I was kissing him more than he was kissing me. I think I stuck my tongue in his mouth. I'm not sure, but I think his tongue brushed up with mine.

It's feasible.

That's what's supposed to happen, right? I wasn't intentionally trying to do it.

However, after about a minute or two, I forgot how to breathe. The two of us started to caress each other. I clasped my hands on each of Ross's hips, and his hands were on my shoulders. I have no idea where it came from; the two of us were making out like full-on. I had a straining boner in my tracksuit bottoms, and I was afraid that it would be very noticeable if I moved the wrong way. Though I forgot, the book was still on my lap, and when I turned to savour the moment and favour the tension in my back, the book fell off and hit the ground with such force. The two of us got a fright.

A moment later, my Mam called up to see what I dropped.

We sort of lost the momentum we had built up and weren't able to continue, so yes, that was the end. It's pretty cool; I've never experienced anything like that before. I'm not sure how I liked it, but I know I liked it, or at least I believe I did. I want to do it again. If Ross lets me do it again, I might try it... again.

Anyway, later,

Adam