Exams are crap, school is crap, and I am crap for not posting anything in a millennium.
I am now named 'Crap' until further notice.
Thank you for waiting...I cant keep promises. They're difficult to keep.
Waking up, the sun that filtered through the space in between the curtains, it was faint. Maybe dawn? I covered my head with the white duvet and groaned...Last night...
'Arthur, don't leave...not yet...' Alfred looks back down at the floor. Away from my face.
'Al I...' I don't want to leave either, but I'm tired too...
He slowly looks up, with an expression that looks like I've just smacked him. Eyes that look like they're about to overflow with tears.
'Don't look at me like that...I need to get some rest too...' Don't cry, you were a massive cry-baby when you were little...
'Sleep on the couch?' He looked away again. Towards the sofa we were once sat on.
'I would rather sit here wide awake and in a good mood than be an annoying bitch.'
'But I haven't seen you in y-...' He stops talking and looks at the door. I turn around to see what he was staring at. 'Peter? What's wrong?' It was Peter, sniveling, clutching a brown teddy.
'I...I had a b-bad...dream...' He could barely speak through his tears.
'..I'll leave you to it...' This was my chance to escape...I don't want to, but I'm tired and I haven't spent as much time around Peter.
'But-'
I look at him, giving him the best smile I could. Before he slowly releases my arm and nods.
...Oh my god last night...
I throw the fluffy sheet off of me and look at the clock on the wall on the opposite wall.
7:45
...Nobody. Would wake up at this time during a holiday...I'm not even tired.
I eventually roll off of the comfiest bed ever and stretch. I walk out of the blue bedroom and over to the kitchen.
The array of cupboards and draws were daunting. So I just took a guess and went for the one next to the fridge.
Crap has realised that they have forgotten how to write like they did previously.
Inside the cupboard was a range of mugs. None of them matched. Not a single one. There was one that looked like a football, a rubix cube one, a 'Saw the Ride' one, one that said 'Sir Awesome' and many more random mugs. Moving them around, I pick out one that didn't seem like a challenge to drink out of (and that was also at the very back). It was tall, had a crimson handle and had red pinstripe lines reaching from the rim to the base. This one should do.
Turning around, I wander over to a stainless steel kettle that is conveniently placed in the right corner. It looks barely touched. Opening it up I take a look inside. No sign of limescale, that could mean two things.
1. He hasn't used this very much. The most possible reason.
And 2. The water is amazingly soft here.
Lifting up the lighter-than-it-looks kettle I go to fill it up by the sink.
After filling the kettle I put it back and turn on the plug socket. Gambling it, I flick the switch on the base upwards. Nothing. Sighing, I flip it downwards and it springs to life. I was expecting it not to work. This is kinda disappointing but also relieving.
Instead of waiting, I rummage through the cupboard above. This entire unit is devoted to beer recipes. After staring at the hardbacks confused I shut the door and go to the one underneath.
This one has been put into sections. One half is full of bird seeds and other various foods. And the other has two other sections again, the top shelf has cloths and kitchen towels, and below there is some old shoe polishes. They look used and I'd dare not touch them.
Standing, I go to the unit behind. Here, there was an array of cereals. I pull one of them off the shelf, it has been opened and half eaten. It's sell-by date ends in a few weeks so it wont hurt to try it.
Placing it on the counter I open the second-to-last cupboard on this side. Inside it holds boxes of various colours stacked on top of each other. I take a red one and open it; it's full of pyramid teabags. Full. I suspect that it was a hilarious joke for them to put tea here. And this much too. There had to be a few hundred in here...
Shrugging I put the tin box next to the tall mug. Both were around 20cm tall.
Seeing that the kettle had boiled a while ago I pour the contents out into the sink and refill it. I cant be sure that they have used it or not.
Turning it on again I turn to the awaiting fridge.
It is now 8:30 and television today is far more boring than I had anticipated.
Slouching ever further into the brown fabric sofa, I shut my eyes, slowly drifting into my land of thoughts.
Then there was a sudden scratching to the left of me. I snap open my eyes and look over. There was a small yellow bird; perched on the window sill. I guess that's who the food is for.
I get up and fetch the bag of mixed seeds.
Slowly and carefully, I open up the window and the small bird whips away and lands on the lamp post opposite. Making sure I didn't spill any on the ground below, I poured a small pile onto the centre and shut the window.
After putting the seeds away I come back into the room and the bird was there again. But was pecking at the pile.
...
8:50 now. I have been watching this little bird hop around outside the window for quite some time.
It's rather sweet really, fluffing its yellow feathers up whenever another bird lands onto the sill and getting it to fly off. I'm learning stuff about that German every day. It's amazing how he is willing to let me see all of this. He's usually all: 'I am the almighty power and you are my minions!' but now...I can see he has a little friend...a friend. Is he actually...lonely?
Ha! What am I thinking?
Rubbing the back of my head I attempt to stand up. I don't think that squatting down in front of the window was such a good idea, my legs have gone dead. Even so, I still stand, and the bird flies away again by the sudden movement.
I put my hands onto my back and stretch, clicking it and then exhaling.
I'm wearing the same jeans as yesterday but this time a grey polo with a black collar. And looking at my watch it says '9:07'. Did I actually zone out for 17 minutes? Wow..
I grab the converse I was wearing yesterday and leave the apartment.
...
Walking towards the coffee shop where Alice was I passed the old playground again.
Peter and Al were squatting around something in the left corner in the back by the swings.
Stepping down the sloping path towards the gate I could see them more clearly. They haven't noticed me yet, I should try and jump them.
"Welcome back!"
I stopped in my tracks as I suddenly remembered that they reminded me of something.
"Hey Arfur!" An excited voice came from behind.
I turned around and put my finger to my lips "SHHH! And it's ArTHur...".
Al then put his tongue between his teeth and started to silently "thhhhh".
Rolling my eyes, I gestured for him to come closer. So he did and squatted down next to me, tongue still between his teeth.
There was a hedgehog, curled up in the corner of the play area, terrified.
"A-Arthur?" Said Al, trying his best to pronounce it properly.
"You'll scare it if you're too loud, ok?" I smiled gently to him, trying to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. "We need to get it out of here..."
"But it's spiky!" He turned to me in a sudden burst of worry.
"A-Al! Shush!"
A shadow suddenly blocked the sunlight from behind, "What's spiky?" an evil voice mocked.
Gulping, I turned around to face the owner.
"...ur...arthur...Arthur...ARTHUR!"
I was suddenly knocked out of that dreadful memory by an American twang. I had to blink a few times before I could see him properly.
"Oh, Al..." Looking at him, he was tanned, and tall. And was wearing a blue tartan shirt and dirty black trainers.
"Arthur! There's a hedgehog!" Peter shouted from the corner.
Al then turned around, put his finger to his lips and shushed him. "Dude, don't shout!" He then strolled over to Peter and looked back to me. "You wanna see?" He gestured for me to come over.