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(as well as the hot
moments),

where we're just relaxed and
mucking around. He's probably the person in my life I have the most
fun mucking around with. He is just a clown when he relaxes and
let's go and we just have fun.

He kept screaming at random times,
and yelling out, "WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!", especially as I burned it
round corners. And I'd just laugh and go over a bump, ROAR over a
bump, just to see him squeal and hit his head on the roof of the
car.

Ah, was so much fun.

So we drove up to Mount Cootha,
checked out that creepy, Gothic girls school up there, then Evvy
wanted to drive

(who can blame him??),

he was all, “PLEASE JESUS, LET ME
DRIVE!!” so we swapped, running around the car like idiots, him
tickling me as he ran past, then Evvy

8.43pm

Sorry. Started really burning in
the sun. So, Evvy then jumped in the driver’s seat, and we looked
at each other, laughing, and he was all "Where to?" and I said,
"Toowong Cemetery."

I thought he'd call me a freak (I
LOVE cemeteries), but his eyes lit up and he went,
"Cool."

And, oh my God, it was so
romantic. Scary. Romantic. It was lightly raining, the view was
INCREDIBLE, it was so silent and still. Just the sound of the rain.
Evvy put his arms around me and drew me to him, and kissed me for
the first time IN FUCKING FOREVER!!

From that point, it was like we
fell into touching each other again, holding hands, kissing. So
easily. So natural.

And it hit me again, just how much
I completely adore him.

We mucked around there, twirling
in the rain, Evvy picking me up in his arms, spinning me while I
laughed… kissing me passionately. Oh, with the rain, and all the
dead people… It was so romantic!

Then Evvy drove us to Dutton Park
Cemetery, and along the river at Yeronga, where I always go, and
wish he was there with me. Friday night he was!! We got out at one
of the parks along the river, 11 o'clock at night, and Evvy kept
hiding behind trees and play equipment and jumping out at me. Then
I gave up looking for him and calling out to him, and climbed on
the playground. Then Ever appeared, grabbed me, lifted me down and
placed me on the steps, then stood and kissed me. With me a few
steps up off the ground, we were the same height, eye to eye, and
it was just damn sexy. His kisses blew me away. His hands were all
up in my hair, running down my back, grabbing my ass and pulling me
against his, ahem, hardness!

Oh God, I'm swooning just
remembering.

Then he was trying to get my
jacket off, and put his hands up under my shirt, but I wouldn't let
him. He made a comment then, "I know how lucky I am," staring into
my eyes as he said it, and he had to hold me tighter because my
knees went weak! I kinda swooned, like in a romance
novel.

"I know how lucky I am, to be here
with you, and I've been so stupid."

I just grabbed on and kissed him.
I couldn't formulate words by that point.

Evvy kissed me back, then
murmured, "What, no comeback? No dig?"

I shook my head, and kissed him
again. "Can't speak," I whispered.

“
Who knew this would
shut you up,” he murmured. “Will have to do more of it.”

He seemed to get it, I could see
it in his eyes. He was just as sunk as I was (am). I cuddled up to
him, and he ran his fingers through my hair, and I wished this
moment would never end. Ever.

But of course, it did. He
practically growled, "Let's go back home," and I felt like someone
had punched me in the heart. Cause the way he said it, it was like
he was saying, let's go back to our home, and in that moment, I
wanted Ever and I have a home together SO BAD I got all weepy. He
carry/dragged me back to the car, his lips all over me the whole
way. At his place, he jumped into bed, and watched me take my pink
jacket off.

"Keep going," he said, but I
ignored that and crawled into bed next to him, where he opened up
his arms, no hesitation to me. We watch the end of
‘Outbreak’

(another René Russo
flick!!)

and kissed and cuddled for the
next hour. It was incredible.

I was caressing his back as he lay
on top of me at one point, and just about died with love for
him.

I could feel one of his scars on
his back, and my heart broke for him - as a boy, hit by a car. The
pain, the recovery. I wanted to be there for him, back in time.
Back then when it happened.

I love him so much I ache with
it.

He wanted sex (so did I!! Hello!!)
but I said, "No. It's been such a shit fight lately.
No."

But I added I wanted sex with him,
too.

I'm curled up in bed, very badly
burnt by today, dreaming of Evvy.

Monday 28 August
2000

6.13pm

Then I just get REJECTED by
him!!!

It's so up and down with him!! I
can't handle it.

I rang him the moment I got home
from work, asked him if he wanted to come over tonight, and he was
all "Ummm," and "Ahh"

(in your hesitation, I found my
answer),

for like five fucking minutes,
that I wanted to scream at him!

Instead, I just said, really
cheerfully, "It's okay if you don't, cause I will go to Nat and
Dan's for dinner instead," then he said, "I don't really wanna come
back home," and he paused, like waiting for me to say something -
like stay! - but I said nothing, just to pay him back for the five
minutes of ums and ahs, and plus I would have let him stay!! Plus I
am very annoyed he couldn't just make the effort to see me, without
the bonus of staying or sex involved!

Then Evvy was all, "I won't come
over, I'm really tired," and I couldn't help but snap, "You could
try and make the effort." I just wanted to burst into tears. I'm so
over his ways.

So then I said, to his silence,
"Call me later in the week," and he said "I will, woman," and we
said goodbye.

Fuck him!! Aargh!!!

Just when everything was going so
well. I so badly wanted to see him tonight. I wanted to watch ‘Spin
City’ in his arms, make love, and fall asleep wrapped in his
arms.

I should have said he could stay,
but God! I want him to make the effort regardless of staying over
or getting laid.

I want to give up, but I've fallen
even harder after Friday night.

Oh, back to Friday
night…

After telling him no sex, Ever
pulled himself up of me, and growled, "That's it, I'm going to rape
you," and I'm pissing myself laughing while trying to keep my pants
on.

Meanwhile, I'm the most turned on
I've ever been in my life.

So then I went to leave, and I
told him to walk me out

(the "Walk Me Out" Scenario Part
2),

and he went, "Nooooo," (again!),
all stubborn like, sitting up in his bed, his arms crossed, and I
said, "Don't make me say I'll never come back again," and I could
just see his defences rise, and he said, "Are you threatening me?"
And I grinned, thinking I actually had him figured out.

(so stupid of me. I
haven’t)

So I dumped my bag on the floor
again, and my car keys, and crawled back into bed, his eyes
smouldering as he watched me.

I said, “Turn over,” and he said,
“I’m not into that shit,” and I said, “Just do it,” and he rolled
over, onto his stomach.

I started with his lower back,
slid my hands up under the shirt he’d put back on in a huff, and
began massaging him. He loved it, I could tell. He was putty in my
hands.

After about half an hour, I
murmured seductively into his ear, “Can you walk me out now?” and
he growled, rolled over and grabbed me and kissed me.

But then he walked me
out.

(I WON!!!! I FUCKING
WON!!!!)

He pushed me up against the
hallway outside his room, at two in the morning (sorry, Mum!),
pinned my hands up against the wall, and kissed me till I was
senseless.

He repeated this against the
couch, us knocking over a lamp as we kissed and touched each other
madly, then out on the verandah, up against the bonnet of my
car.

It was fucking hot.

All I could do was feel. And I
wanted him fucking me SO BAD.

But I stood my ground.

(I could barely stand)

Oh, it was heaven and murder at
the same time.

On Saturday, I woke up happy as a
loon, feeling delicious just recalling our romantic night
together.

Of course, dark clouds had to set
in (don’t they always??).

Saturday night, as Nat, Dan and I
played Playstation in our new house

(not that I’m moved in
yet),

Dan rang Tom and Evvy, and they’d
spent ALL DAY with this girl Tom’s seeing, and her friend, playing
golf together. THEN they went to the movies with them.

Dan told me as we lounged together
on their couch/futon, him raising his eyebrows at me, as if just
WAITING for me to have a shit fit.

(he is, after all, with my
sister…he’s seen some SPECTACULAR Almeroth sister shit
fits)

But a calm zen came over
me…

The way we were, just HOURS ago,
was too real, too intense. There was NO WAY this chick was better
than me or could give him that.

I’m cocky, all of a sudden. But I
can feel the vibes between Ever and I. No way he has that with some
random chick.

And Tom and Evvy dating two best
friends?? Pfft. It’s too clichéd even for them.

Plus, just no way this chick is
better than me. Full stop.

I kept thinking, as we watched
‘Lethal Weapon 3’, there’s no way ANY CHICK compares to me, and I
know I affect him. I spin him upside down!

(perhaps I was just talking myself
into confidence)

So up your bum, Tom’s girlfriend’s
best friend!!

Then Dan and I just proceeded to
get drunk while Nat went to bed.

(Cleo slept with me on the
couch/futon)

Anyway, so YESTERDAY, after frying
off most of my face, I went to Carrara Markets, wandered around,
then saw ‘Gone in 60 Seconds’ at Mermaid Beach cinemas, then drove
home, got home about 4pm.

Then at 5.30pm, I drove to Dad’s,
where we all of us (newly moved out Nat and Dan included) went to
Ribbetts for Father’s Day. Was fun.

Today I worked 6 till 5.15pm, but
got a half hour break.

I got shit ALL DAY for my bright
red, burnt face.

(with the white rings around my
eyes from my sunnies)

Renee said she couldn’t even look
at me, she was sickened by how bad I was burnt; Sue Agnew came in
and showed me all her scars from melanoma and told me off for being
so stupid; Gerry kept laughing every time he saw me, like doubling
over laughing; and the warehouse boys kept singing surf songs every
time they saw me.

The boys pick on me enough, let
alone when I just hand them material!!

Benny hooned right towards me in
the morning as I was walking towards the warehouse, then slammed on
his brakes a millimetre from me. I was pissing myself laughing (and
half terrified), then I waited till he was out of the car and near
me at the entrance, and started beating him up, which turned into
the biggest mock fight, tickling fight you’ve ever seen.

We could not stop laughing, and
beating each other up, and everyone in the warehouse were like
“What the fuck are you two doing?” and “Get a room, you
two!!”

Benny whacked his elbow, hard, on
the edge of the entrance’s frame, and I just laughed harder while
he grabbed his elbow and howled/laughed.

“
That’s what you
get!!!!” I screamed/laughed hysterically. “I think that means I
win!!!!” I shouted gleefully, running up the stairs.

Then he came upstairs, clutching
his elbow, acting like he was some wounded soldier, and said to
Renee, “Pinky slammed a door on my elbow!! It’s lucky it wasn’t my
eye!”

“
WHAT A LIE!!!” I
yelled/laughed. “Like I could get your eye, you’re so far up
there.”

Benny just laughed, and Daryl
Young came out his office and boomed, “Pinky!!! Not our sweet Pinky
Tuscardero??”

(he always calls me that. I don’t
even know who Pinky Tuscardero is. Showing your age there, DY. Not
good, not good. You’ve got a Sin – ful, young, hip haircare company
to run)

“
It’s always the quiet
ones you have to watch out for, Benny!” John Cash called from his
office.