Spent the past week at Ry’s house and it was an incredible, wonderful week. It’s not like anything particularly magnificent happened, it was just so nice to be back with him. What I have with Ry puts all other things to shame – for once in my life here is a boy who actuallylikes me. No, he loves me. He really, really loves me, I can tell. No one’s ever looked at me like that before, and it’s a fantastic feeling. What’s more is that I feel the same and will openly admit that; with him, there are no secrets. There is no awkwardness, and I am completely comfortable with him. Anyways. Back to the week:
Arrived on Friday night, went to the pub to meet some of Ry’s friends. They were lovely, but by 11PM I was shattered so we went home. Saturday was just for the two of us to hang out, so Ry drove us down to this place called Groomsbridge Place. There was an ‘Enchanted’ Forest full of climbing things, zip lines, swings, a giant ‘spider’ web, a standing stone, a cool pool, and DEER. I saw deer! They were cool. There were also some really pretty gardens, my favourite was called the Secret Garden (though not exactly secret), we sat on a bench in there. I think Ry was a little disappointed we didn’t get to sneak off into the forest to have sex, but I didn’t really mind. There were plenty of places, just too many people around potentially. Instead, we went to see the bird show, which was cool. Next, we went to his friend’s house for a night of general debauchery. Played a game of Lord of the Ring(s) of Fire. I met (and got drunk with) Bentley, Ebanks, Galliers, Kian – and Kingers, but he joined us at midnight and by then I was dancing by myself in the corner.
Ry then proceeded to get very drunk and spew into a bin – this, of course, was after I had already put Bentley to bed because he had passed out on the stairs. They both passed out pretty soon, whilst I ate pasta with the other boys. All in all it was a good evening. Bentley did have some pretty kind words for me as he was falling asleep though. He said that I was “much better” (power phrasing) than Ry’s ex-”the Bitch”-girlfriend. I’m sure she’s not actually a bitch but it makes me happier to give her that name. It also made me happy to think that Ry’s friends prefer me over her, because sometimes I’m still worried that Ry might not have completely forgotten about her. I mean, it was only two weeks after they broke up that we started seeing each other. But I told Ry what Bentley had said, and he in turn relayed that information back the next morning (I think they thought I was out of hearing range). Bentley muttered something in return, then said “well, [the Bitch] would never have put me to bed” which Ry agreed with. That made me smile. It’s not like I do things like put drunk people to bed to get points or whatever, but Bentley was even soberly admitting he prefers me… That’s got to count for something, right? I’ve always thought friends’ opinions of your significant other was important, and it pleases me to know that I can hang out with Ry and his friends without any of them wishing I wasn’t there.
Also, why wouldn’t you put a drunk person to bed?
I mean come on, you’re supposed to help them, not just leave them lying there on the stairs.
Sunday was quiet, we sobered up with bacon sandwiches and then went into town to meet Lyssie. Had lunch and saw the castle and Ry’s school. Went home, had dinner with Ry’s family and played card games with them which was really good. They’re a fun family, and I don’t think we’ve ever played cards around the table like that, apart from maybe at christmas. But then Ry and I had to go, ’cause we were staying at Bentley’s that night to go to Thorpe Park in the morning. That was an experience. Met the girls of the group, then ended up on sleeping on the floor of a bedroom with Kingers, Ebanks, Ry and Dommy. They stayed up ’til god-knows how long chatting about things that happened when they were at school. I had nothing to add to the conversation, but it was nice just listening and drifting in and out of consciousness. Plus, I love it when Ry laughs, and he was laughing a lot.
Monday was Thorpe Park – a typical day out at a Theme Park but it was nice to hang out with Ry and his friends. The only thing was that it began to tip it down as we came off the log flume so we remained drenched, and I then didn’t wear a bra for the rest of the day. Spent most of Tuesday morning lying in bed, watched Transformers: Age of Extinction in the cinema and went bowling in the evening. Wednesday, Ry and I went down to Broadstairs and I saw Nan and Grandad. They met Ry, and it was a really nice day out. I enjoyed it a lot, it was good to see the Grandparents and I think Ry enjoyed himself too. Then that evening we spent an hour at his sisters so I got to meet her and her kids. It was only a five-year-old girl who could ask such blatant questions like “So are you Ry’s girlfriend now?” which was slightly awkward and amusing at the same time. But I feel like I’ve always been good with kids and these two were no exception, so I hope they – and Ry’s sister – like me. It was also nice to see how Ry was with the kids; he was great. I mean I didn’t expect anything else, but how people behave around youngsters isn’t really a side of that others can see so easily without having young kids in their families. I can already see he’s going to be a brilliant Dad one day.
That evening we watched Ry’s sixth form production of Sweeney Todd – Ry was playing Anthony – and it was pretty spectacular. I would have loved to see it live, but the whole thing was really well put together (if the make up just a little too visible). It made me realise that Ry really can sing – I mean I always knew he could but we’re usually just together or with his mates when he bursts into song. But yep, the boy has lungs on him, and I hope he auditions for stuff at Uni next year. I just hope that my suggestion of it doesn’t put him off, or that I may be pressurising him into doing it when he doesn’t want to. But Thursday morning, it was back on a train, and now I am sitting in my room in the Morg, having had a full day back at AC. It was a fantastic week, but I guess it’s back to normality now. Already I can tell that I miss Ry. Somehow, I crave him, and yesterday I almost burst into tears because I missed the bus – but I think it was more about the fact that I had to leave Ry’s and that I’ve been overtired for a very long time.
I just can’t believe I have to wait another 5 weeks to see him again.
