Hello, Arthur.
So. Funny thing happened. Well, by funny I mean weird. And by weird I mean awkward. Well, not awkward, really, except it was a bit. Maybe confusing? I mean, it is definitely confusing, but maybe that is also the principal descriptor. Anyway, I'm rambling. Let's take this from the beginning.
I went to meet Gwaine and Eira at the station. The weather was absolutely sour and horrible, but whatever. It was nice to see Gwaine again! He greeted me with a massive bear hug. And Eira was nice, very pretty and a bit quiet - but then again, so would I be if I was the one meeting my boyfriend's friends for the first time. And then I went to Gwaine's place with them to watch a film, because Gwen's train didn't arrive until like half an hour ago, so there was time to kill.
Fittingly, we watched Kill Bill.
It was nice, just the three of us lying on Gwaine's sofa having a good laugh, because that is one hell of a weird film, and a bit of a chat about everything and nothing. I was between the two of them, so they wouldn't be tempted to get into canoodling. Eira studies chemistry, it transpired, and we talked about biochem for a bit. I'd all but forgotten that I considered studying that for a while, but you know, the maths bit would have never gone well. Gwaine cut the conversation short with a cushion, though. He sure knows how to communicate.
Or maybe not. Or maybe I'm just an idiot. Because when I was leaving, Eira gave me a hug, and I could have sworn she tried to kiss me. Which, you know, was a bit unwise because, well, we just met, she has a boyfriend, I kind of care about said boyfriend and he is also RIGHT THERE. So I turned to him to see if he'd noticed. And then HE kissed me. Like, a proper kiss.
So now I'm confused. I just left to pick up Gwen and said no more about it. I didn't know how to react. I've not even told her, and I don't think I will. I don't know where to begin. There's just been a lot of hugging and asking if I am okay. I think I am? I mean, I'm holding up. I'm not as broken as I was at the funeral, or when I ran away that time. And hey, I did just have my first kiss.
Yes, at the age of eighteen. Go ahead and laugh at how pathetic I am.
Gwen is still talking to you. She's not whispering exactly, but she speaks very softly, and I make no effort to hear, because I know it's private. I wonder if she's still apologising. But hey, that's between you and her, I suppose.
M.
