Rekindled Embers

Rekindled Embers

Mood: Great, but slightly worried for that special person.
Music: Tim Minchin – Not perfect

Today was good. School was a tad naff however, something was up with Sam and he didn’t want to talk about it, at least not in front of the guys. History was good with Myles, we just talked basically the entire lesson, but he wasn’t feeling well. Physics was with the same teacher as history as a cover, and me and Aran had a laugh around.
Break I was worried about Sam a lot, but I tried to be happy anyway. After this I had Biology was okay, I had to stand up and do a presentation because I was one of the only six to actually do the homework, but it actually wasn’t that bad. My self esteem was defiantly back because I managed to stand up there, un prepared because I didn’t know we’d have to do a public speaking bit to it, and according to my teacher, pull off a damn good job. After I walked out of the room in Biology, Thompson’s room seemed a bit trashed and the door was open so I walked in to see him sitting on top of a desk in frustration. I started to talk to him a bit and for once he started to open up to me, but Mr. Weaver walked in and implied us sleeping together (it’s a running joke from last year, that Mr. Weaver got involved in) and basically ripped the conversation up and ate it. We went our separate ways and I went to my mates. Something was still up with Sam, but he wouldn’t talk about it. I’m crap in those situations. I’m good when people talk, but when they don’t and everyone else is around, I just freeze up without knowing what to do.
Afternoon form I quickly checked on Thompson and he said he was fine now but I wasn’t fully convinced. French I started day dreaming and hoping they were both okay. I was asked a question out of the blue and I managed to answer it because of one of the things I translated to my French exchange. I was dead chuffed.
Physics again, we had a cover, in the room next to Thompson’s. Me, Chris, Alistair, Tubby and Andy took part in a cuss match between basically all of us V.S Alistair, except I occasionally insulted Tubby because that was easy. The best insult of it was when Alistair said he was going to kill Tubby on Monday and Tubby’s response was ‘Why Monday? Do you need time to boil it over?’ (Alistair has an egg shaped head) que laughter from all the rest of us.
I delayed my leaving a bit so that I could get out on time so that Thompson would’ve released his class and not look suspicious. Music was coming from his room and I walked in, he was smiling. He danced across the room and I just laughed, he was finally happy again. I love him, he’s amazing.

Stagecoach, a girl I effectively wasn’t talking to because of her boyfriend had an argument with said boyfriend so we were fairly okay. In the end we invited her back to the party which she originally wasn’t invited to. The party was amazing, we pissed around with sparklers and stuff in the dark and after a while went in to play truth or dare. Bradley snorted ice cream, I bit Kim’s lip and Laura’s ear lobe, Hillary full on snogged my brother, Laura didn’t touch the dares, Kim stripped, me and Bradley dunked our heads into the freezing cold un-powered hot tub, and it was actually a great truth or dare games. Most of the ones I play it’s like ‘dare’ ‘hmm… kiss x, y and z’ repeatedly and it’s never fun. The stage coach guys are genuinely creative, and it was just amazing the things they came out with. After everyone went home in their groups I loaded up blog spot, to see that Sam hadn’t got better.
I’m really worried about him. I can’t get in contact with him until either 8am or 11:30am tomorrow, which makes me feel like such a shit friend.
I hope your okay Sam, I really do. X