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So far, I’ve eaten endless rounds of toast—I refuse to delve into the reason why I’m obsessed with that now—and FaceTimed my aunt and uncle in Lanzarote.
It’s almost 10:00 p.m., and I’m going to end up the size of a house without anyone around to slap this food out of my hands. I throw the share-size bag of Maltesers to the other side of the sofa.
Running was on my list of things to do, but that now seems about as likely as me sprouting wings and flying out to join my family on holiday.
Sugar and carbs are all I’ve consumed, so I probably should work out. I should do whatever Casper is doing because his body is scorching hot.
I love Freya and Imani dearly, but they both left a hamper of treats full of Easter eggs for me, and we all know the egg shape makes chocolate taste even better. Plus, the basket Aunt Jess made arrived. I’ll be eating chocolate for weeks.
I lick the melted chocolate off my fingertips and stretch my legs out. The TV is still on, but I stopped watching it a while ago.
After finishing working on the Harts’ party, I’ve not really been able to get into anything. I’m too wired to relax. Frederick and Flora are in regular contact, which I guess is normal considering they’re taking a huge risk with two newbies. It makes me nervous, though, like they’re checking up on me because they’re unsure.
Three days in my own company, and I’m going slightly stir-crazy. The peace is nice, but I do miss my friends. Without Freya and Imani, I’m just a sad drunk downing wine alone. It wouldn’t surprise me if I started talking to the walls.
I react to new uploads from Imani and Freya on Instagram, double tapping pictures of Imani and her family outside a pretty church, and Freya with her parents at the goat sanctuary they own—a baby goat in Freya’s lap.
The decision to not take up the offer of going to the farm with her is now a regret.
At least they’re keeping me semi-sane with updates of their break. I’m glad they’re having fun. Meanwhile, I’ll be the size of a chocolate house by the time they get back.
There’s nothing recent to upload from me because I’ve turned into the most boring human on the planet. There are plenty of people still here for Easter break, I just can’t be bothered to go out and meet any of them.
I’m a potato that sits around eating and drinking.
It was much easier staying behind when I was living in halls. Now I have to get a taxi or walk to see another human being. There’s only Casper next door. I’m not sure when he’s going home; I thought he would’ve already. But, let’s face it, I’m not about to invite him over. I’ll never bethatbored.
But you might be that horny.
Stupid hormones. I’ve still not been out and got laid.
So, we’re back to hating each other. Rather, ‘pretending each other doesn’t exist’ seems to be what we’ve settled on over the last couple days. That’s what I assume is happening since I’ve only caught a glimpse of him twice.
He’s exhausting.
And I don’t care.
I get up and walk around the living room, since my watch has been moaning at me to move for the last two hours.
Maybe I should go home. It doesn’t matter that they’re not there. I have my key to come and go as I please, and they’ve not touched a thing in my room. I could catch up with old friends… get laid by an ex. Not ideal, but it’s not like that hasn’t happened when I’ve gone back before.
Flora or Frederick might want to have a face-to-face meeting, though, and being here means I’m only a thirty-minute bus ride away. I can’t really leave.
I scroll through Facebook for a different social media platform to lose hours in. I don’t use this one much, but Freya said there’s a local crime watch group I had to join. A recent post says another attempted break-in happened this week. This one is two roads over, so it looks like they’re getting farther away from us now.
Makes sense. There’s not a lot of money on student row. Unless you count Casper, Marvin, and Reggie.
This happened over Christmas last year. There’s a lot of speculation about the perpetrator. Some say it’s a gang, druggies, and bored kids, while others have even said it’s a pervert out on the hunt for underwear. I’ve not hung any washing outside since I read that.
The thought of some weirdo having my thongs makes me want to throw up.
I’ve been double checking the doors and windows are locked. It’s become a bit of an obsession. Despite knowing that they’re locked, though, I keep going back.
Our landlord refused to install an alarm when Freya called him, claiming that the security light at the front of the house would deter anyone from trying anything. But this is a man who thinks it’s reasonable to leave a broken sink for months because there is another one elsewhere in the property. The security light is only going to work if they try breaking in through the front. The side and back doors are fair game.
At least Casper is still next door. He was kind before about the table breaker. If I was worried, I know he would come over. Would he stay if it was just me here, though?
Let’s not think about that.
