It’s finally friday night. I can’t believe the amount of assignments my teachers gave me during a single week. Slow down, people. But most of them are pretty simple: read this, write that, say your opinion, what do you think this mean? I do some of them, then some colleagues send me a message inviting me out. Uhn, tough choice, spend another minute with a woman that I could strangle if given the chance or go and have some fun?

We met up in front of a pub, drink and eat, talk, laugh, play darts. Until three in the morning when we disband. I’m tipsy, but not drunk. I think it’s more likely for me to get an alcoholic coma than to get drunk with how my metabolism works. And that is good, I mean that way I’m always ready for anything. Not that I have been doing much superhero work these past days. Though not an official vacation, the army has given me some time off to get used to the city and college life. I get back home and pass out in my bed still dressed. I might not be drunk, but I’m tired.

Saturday around eleven my cellphone wakes me. Oh, right, lunch with mom and dad. They are probably arriving at the airport now. I bath, put on some clothes and depart. I hear Gwyn’s door open as I turn the key outside. Is she really avoiding me or is that just perfect timing? Well, who cares, certainly not me.

Lunch is delicious. Later I go with them to our old house, help unpack some of the things that we left on the basement and the new packages they brought with them. The house becomes cozy again, a lot like I remember it was all those years ago. Mom prepares some popcorn, dad takes an ancient VHS tape and we watch it together. It’s a little past eight now. We go out, pick a random restaurant and dine there. They invite me to stay the night and with no reason to refuse, I sleep in my old bedroom. The bed is really small, so I throw the mattress on the floor with some blankets and pillows.

Sunday is equally lazy. Dad decides to cook, so I and mom help. But it’s mostly Richard doing the cooking. Nanao and I are hopeless in the kitchen. But we have a lot of goodwill to try and compensate. When all is done we set the table, eat, do the dishes and repeat the process for dinner. I get back to the apartment around nine, do some reading and then sleep.

The second week is just like the first. I barely catch a glimpse of Gwyn, she is quick to leave and even quicker to return to the solitude of her room. I kinda take that as a personal offense, so I spend as much time away from there as I can. It’s friday night once more and I’m starting to think that I should try and pester the administrative office to put me into the dorm no matter how. Yeah, I will drop by there first thing comes monday. I can’t possibly live all of my college years with such a socially retarded person or I’ll go insane. Just as I’m contemplating my future while walking to the kitchen my body decides it’s time for a crisis and my legs fail me.