Did you miss me? Well, some things have changed since I last wrote. For one, Solitaire's going to where I should've gone if I didn't leave my family. Jam and Dee will be with him too. I didn't realize how grown up they could be when they wanted. Of course, they were acting the part of 'university men', for the first day. Then they burst into ( Read more... )

I'm in the mood to write as I sit alone in my room while Solitaire moved about in his. I'm glad he's here; I never realized how lonely life actually is until I found myself comforted by the sound of someone living in the same house as I was. You know life is still going on, even if yours was stalled, and it feels good to know you could always knock ( Read more... )

A and Grantaire visited me tonight, to invite me to dinner sometime next week. I agreed, I don't have many plans for most of my days except those I've promised to go to, like art exhibits, poetry readings, and Sundays in the orphanage. Most of my nights are spent in Richard's company though. Shall I regard it as good fortune? I visit Richard with ( Read more... )

Dazed. Envious. Curious. I am feeling all three when I looked at Solitaire, pleased with his companion's soft conversation, before slipping into the kitchen for more tea and snacks. Tristen, his beautiful boy, had settled immediately beside my smouldering Scorpio friend the moment he came in, effectively calming Solitaire before he could comment on ( Read more... )

I had this thought in my mind when I first deleted my journal, more than two months ago: now I'll see if I could change my life before I decide to talk about it again. Well, two months have passed, and I'm still the same old Les, yes, I'm still a bit messed up here in my mind and in my heart, but so far some things have ironed itself out ( Read more... )

No fucking way!

I missed updating this. I think with everything that has happened, I forgot all about its existence. But no matter. I am back and I have to tell what happened since then, and I hope I won't take too long ( Read more... )

So, the bitch queen is here. I should've known. Poor Solitaire, to be stuck with such a venomous woman in his own home, because his father approves of her. Serra perked up when she saw all of us, and is taken by both P.B. and Richard. I gave her a Miffy toy today, I forgot to unpack it yesterday, and she shrieked her delight at it. I figured out ( Read more... )

Deacon and Jam dropped in carrying their bags and grinning foolishly. Deacon gave me a peck on the cheek, no more, and Jam went straight to the kitchen for a drink. At any other time before Deacon would've been trying to flirt with me right now, but he didn't, just blandly inquired how I have been. His eyes were peaceful, he didn't look like he had ( Read more... )

I've been so busy, I don't know where to begin. First of all, though, I need to say this. Richard agreed, very reluctantly, to go with me to Solitaire's home for a few days. I said his best friend was going to be there, and for a moment he looked tempted, but he shook his head. Then I assured him that Solitaire would never countenance anything ( Read more... )