So we are back with the continuation.
A lot happened during that time – I never changed my definition of him, but just so you understand where this new tone is coming from. He was very open, like he could make friends like that – snaps fingers, while I, having found one person was satisfied. So basically, he was my friend then I had friends that were primarily his friends – they were friends of a friend.
At that time, you got a new supply of provisions every month, and because my mum loved me at the time – it has since faded – I got a lot more than he got. And, as time went on, it caused a bit of friction, because I felt that since he was my friend I should share. So, we would, but when my stuff finished and it was his turn to pick up, he would find a reason to fight with me – we used to call it ‘keeping malice’, and he used to do that a lot – among other things. We fought like that quite regularly, but because we always got back together, – I was very gullible -, I never thought much of it.
At the end of the second year, I changed schools – this would be my final move before uni. I tried to keep in touch. I had his landline – it is one of the four numbers I have memorized mum’s, dad’s, mine and his, that’s how deep it was. At the time my dad was still working with my former school, and thus went there regularly. I used to try and accompany him, but he would trick me, so that when I went to get ready, he would leave. But one day, in my fifth year, after holiday prep classes, I came downstairs and there he was – I was shook – I freaked out, but in a good way. So, we hung out, he came to my house – first and last time. It felt as if we had never been apart.
Then secondary school finished. So, it was time for uni. During my first year at uni, we kept in touch – not very frequently, but enough. At the end of that year I had to change schools – I was chasing a particular course – and I had two offers, but one of the reasons for my choice was because he was there. I thought of it as a chance to reconnect with my ‘best friend’ and it was – for a while. During the first semester we were very chill, but then came second semester and everything changed – during pre-recording I deepened my voice for ominous effect -even though I didn’t know it at the time. When we resumed, I found out that he had just returned from the US. I was ecstatic for him, because when we were in school, he had told me his family had been trying for so long. So, I was really happy for him. So, he came back with all this stuff. For the first few weeks his stuff was in my room, and, he had brought this cereal – I can’t remember what – so, I had asked him if I could have some, and he said it was alright. I finished one pack – over the course of several days – and, when he returned, he freaked out saying how could I have finished it, that did I know how much it cost, that I couldn’t afford it and some other stuff I would rather not type. Anyway, this led to a huge fight that had to be broken up by security. But as I said I was very gullible – not anymore – so, I forgave him and we were back to ‘normal’. Sometime later we got into another fight. I can’t remember what it was about, but during the break while I was trying to mend fences, I brought up the fact that he was one of the reasons I was there and he said point blank “I didn’t ask you to come”. That hurt, but we still made up. Shortly after this I had to change schools again.
So I’ll be back again next week with the conclusion of this chapter of my life.