The train was going towards London, from Stansted Airport. I never heard anything from my sweetest James, which I was supposed to meet. Things went to shit, and he wasn't able to come. I sat there, next to my bestfriend, with my phone in my hand, holding back the tears.
We arrive at our Hotel in London around 10 pm. It doesn't take long for John to fall asleep, seeing he did wake up at 7 am that morning, unlike me. I grabbed my bottle of white-wine, and when I'm sure John was all the way in dreamworld, I got up, went into the bathroom, sat down i the tub, and got drunk. I called James, 'cause the loneliness was creeping in. He helped, like always.
Saturday the 27th of March
We got up at 10 am, I started realizing we might be late, considering Duncan might be on his way to Camden Town to meet us. I pushed John a bit, and got my act together. We had to stand in line to get tickets for ages, but finally, we got there. I didn't have any expectations about seeing him there. We were standing there, I was looking around constantly, trying to spot him. When we're about to give up, and head to Starbucks, there he is. First thing I notice? The silly boy is only wearing a t-shirt, it's March, in London, and he was only wearing a t-shirt. He was shivering too. I'm pretty sure my face lit up when I saw him, and I think his did too. I walked towards him, and him towards me, finally there was that hug I needed. We walked around for hours, I ended up buying him a jacket cause I felt so bad for seeing him shivering like he did. We returned to our hotel, started drinking. Like usual, I got drunk. - Might be 'cause I forgot to eat, but hey, can't remember everything. Anyway, the time came where he had to leave, and we walked with him to the taxi stops., or he walked me, seeing I was slightly unstable. I turned to hug him before he left, trying to kiss his cheek, I didn't expect him to turn his head. Now this is all I can think of.
Sunday the 28th of March
Jordan. Jordan. Jordan, it was so good seeing him at last. Comforting. Safe. Wonder-fucking-full, pretty much. One day wasn't enough. That's all there is to say. BFF, man.
Monday the 29th of March
Back to Camden, on Duncan-lookout. Got pierced. Got food. Got clothes, loads and loads of clothes. Was happy being there with my best friend, John Gustav is, and will always be, the man with the plan. And don't you dare laugh at that, then I'll smack your shit up, bitch.
-> back to hotelroom, got wasted one last time before heading home.
Tuesday the 30th of March
Home, sweet home... Please let me go back.
I need to see him again. He's everything.
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