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Well, this weekend, like the any other weekend/time spent with Scott, was wickedly delicious. And before the question “how can a weekend be wicked? Or even delicious, for that matter?” pops into your mind, read on and then ask the question. If all goes to plan, the question posed will already have been answered. This way we can avoid the awkwardness of the question-poser being a nosey ass.

If someone posed that question before I met Scott, I would have been as clueless as a pre-historic ape with a bone before he realized it could be used as a tool. Scott has this way of making the simplest things magical. He adds this whole new playing field to menial tasks by just being himself. It would then be safe to say that the ‘fun’ things that we get up to are just that much more enchanting or “delicious” if you will. Now if you could be so kind to replace the string of words that read “that much more” with the word “wicked”, we’re set. Now you know how time spent with Scott can be wickedly delicious. And finally we can move on. Well, I can. I don’t know about you, and frankly I could care less.

Because Toronto has the most retarded transit system ever and because there was some crash involving a stolen SUV on the highway, my bus was late to arrive in Peterborough. Due to this single circumstance, I was hungry. Scott shed light on some delicious pizza joint where I wolfed down a slice of pizza, and this was the start of a dream-like weekend.

I would spare some details of this weekend, but because I want to remember it in its fullest I shall fail to do exactly this.

You know what’s a terrible movie? Spartan. You know who’s a terrible actor? Val Kilmor (I couldn’t care less about spelling his name correctly, he’s just that bad). You know who was in Spartan? Kilmor. And he wasn’t someone who died off early in the film - oh no, far from it. He was the MAIN CHARACTER! Who in their fucking right mind casts Val Kilmor in anything but a role where he is simply killed for sport? Anyways, this quickly vanished from thought when the sex started. And you know what’s awesome? Handcuffs. Scott was extremely worried that I was going to scream, but I kept my itching vocal chords under control.

The next day we found out that Katy wasn’t going to join us in Peterborough. This was due to her being a jerk or something to do with her allergies. I’m going to go with the former excuse here, due to it fitting nicely. (I <3 you Katy) The next day also involved eating dinner with Scott’s father and step-mother. It was enjoyable, minus the part where his father went on and on and on and on about his ear-wax build-up. Not exactly the dinner conversation I had in mind, but it was dinner conversation nevertheless. I also found out that dinner that school doesn’t start up until September 15th. This is fantabulous news due to all the wickedly delicious time that can potentially be spent with Scott come the end of August.

Following dinner we went to some party at some house. There were two anti-social people there who looked really uncomfortable for most of the night. This might have been due to Mike coming on to one of them in his sort of Mike-coming-onto-unsuspecting-people-making-them-feel-really-uncomfortable way. Everyone at the party was nice enough to give Scott and me a closet to sleep in, which was lacking pillows and a mattress. I must say sleeping on the floor is very, very uncomfortable. I found it kind of funny how they were shoving us back in the closet. There we got shouted at with “OH MY GOD!” by Mike who ran by us in the peak of us “getting it on”. Scott wasn’t impressed, but, due to my sense of humour, found it kind of funny. More irritating than funny, mind you, ‘cuz it’s sort of a mood breaker.

Today consisted of eating breakfast at an A+ restaurant called Smitty’s, and watching Young Frankenstein, which was vastly disappointing. Today also consisted of me almost missing my chance to buy my bus ticket home, and Scott giving me a tad anti-climatic good-bye. I guess you could say that I was kind of disappointed over Scott leaving as soon as I was on the bus platform. The bus didn’t come until 15+ minutes after Scott left, and if you take the already mentioned fact about time with Scott being wickedly delicious, those 15 minutes could have been spent making out. Or something.

Anyways, as the bus hurtled me away from a city doused in darkness, my mind reflected on a few (read: many) things. At a time in the newly made past Meghan had asked me something -- a something I cannot remember exactly how it was worded -- and it made me think. The something was along the lines of “don’t you ever think of future plans with Scott?” I was taken aback, and replied with something that wasn’t too far off from “I dunno- that kind of scares me.” Meghan asked me why I was scared, and suggested that it might be due to me missing out on things due to my current attachment. I immediately (and still currently) thought that that suggestion was absurd. I realized that when I’m with Scott I am my happiest, and nothing in the world could change that. I’m not missing out on anything because Scott fulfills everything I could possibly want.

I’ve never been one to plan anything more than a week in advance, due to the knowledge that life never works out the way you want it, but with the case with Scott, he’s always in my future plans that lie a week ahead. I don’t know how much sense this makes, and I can easily blame it on the 4 o’clock in the morning mark on the time-teller. Yes, time-teller. Shut up. That’s why.

Scott told me some things over the course of the weekend, one of which he found rather embarrassing. I, on the other hand, found it really cute. Like, really cute. I don’t know what it is, but that boy can easily cast a smile on my face.

It's funny how Scott and I had to act like secret lovers in his own home. It's the exact same ritual when he's here. The only places we can actually cuddle on the couch and do the things couples do is everywhere but our own homes. C'est la vie, as they say. Who "they" are, I will never know, but I want to find out one day. Maybe it's them who controls the weather. Who knows? 'Cuz I certainly don't.

PS - random memory: Scott's friends gave me two of the infamous sex bracelets, and Scott kept stealing them from me. Good times.