Oh The Heat...

This past weekend has been nigh on unbearable! This heat has fried me, both on the skin and in the head, I can barely think little lone act...but, with all things, it should pass soon. With that in mind, I have some part exciting, part interesting news. Aimee, the girl whose bed is above my head each night, has had a bust up with some guy who has been messing her around recently. She came to me in tears, shaking pretty badly. I sat her down on my bed and held her. I knew it was what she needed. She let it all out, each and every last tear soaking through my tee. Her shaking had stopped, feeling safe in my arms. She started to speak, telling me about her situation. I said nothing, allowing her to flow through with her problems. Her monologue was punctuated with her screams. Deep, primal, angry screams. They hurt the ear, but they excited me in other ways. Now, I care about Aimee, she is probably one of the most level headed people in Chilton, but I could never sleep with her. We are too close as mates to do that. Now, with her let out her anger, I sorted her a cuppa and offered her a smoke. We sat there for a while, going over the events, helping her make sense to all of it. Now, I don't know who this guy was until I heard his tag name. Beserk. Cue a flashback of him with one of my ex-girlfriends. He was known as a serial sex maniac in my old area. I told her straight what I knew, and thought of him. She just shrugged. She thought as much.

Aimee went on about getting away for a few days, somewhere out the way to clear the head a bit. I made the suggestion of Eastbourne. My Great-Grandma owns a flat there, and she allows the grand kids and the great-grand kids to rent it out if we wanted. I had the email with the details to hand so I told Aimee the essentials. She sounded interested, and asked if friends were allowed into the flat. I told her no, because there has to be at least one member of the family in the household while it's being rented. SO it meant I had to be there. Aimee, surprisingly, didn't mind. So we got thinking about it. When would we go? Could we have the funds for it? How would we get there? How long for? We managed to answer those questions with a few phone calls and several scraps of paper. I sent an email down to my Great-Grandma, asking if I could book it for the days we wanted. I got an answer after about ten minutes. It was a yes, plus, as it was my birthday coming up, we got it for nothing. I thought excellent! Aimee became much brighter after that, and left my room shortly after with a spring in her step. That made me happy beyond belief, to see a friend be happy with the things to come.

So, we will be leaving on the 7th June, giving us two plenty of time to sort our stuff out and get everything else sorted. To be honest, I am a little apprehensive about it. We're planning to buy alcohol for the getaway, which means my mouth will run faster than Usain Bolt on speed. I just hope that I won't say anything  too out of order, or too deep, to Aimee. I can't expose my true feelings for her, as I don't want to damage our relationship. But, I don't know what will happen, so I best brace myself for any coming storm that may approach.