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Earl’s Court (Part 1)

Earl’s Court (Part 1)

My name is Earl.  Sorry, had to be done!  My mum, in fact, had an obsession with herbal tea, hence my name.  I noticed from a young age how all my siblings had faintly ridiculous names relating to either food or alcohol.  It’s most certainly a Bailey thing, one I knew I’d grow to understand one day.  Or at least I hoped.Screenshot-5066I joined my older sisters at Uni when they were in their final year.  By then they had seen and experienced it all, so needless to say they were protective over me, Saffron in particular, worried I’d delve down all the wrong avenues.  Screenshot-5119I behaved though, to an extent.  Tiffany Angles was one of my housemates, cute and fun to be around.  We hung out a lot together.Screenshot-5094Tiff was studying Physical Education, so often volunteered to lift me whenever we were faced with a juice keg situation.Screenshot-5095Unfortunately, she wasn’t as strong as she made out to be…Screenshot-5096Screenshot-5098Screenshot-5099Needless to say, I was angry the first time she dropped me, but after the bruise on my head had eventually cleared I saw the funny side.Screenshot-5100When Saffron invited herself over for dinner one evening, I told her about how Tiff and I had gone bowling together with a few other jocks and how we had both blitzed the other team.Screenshot-5063‘Tiff’s amazing,’ I confessed, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.Screenshot-5062‘It’s sweet that you’ve found a girl you like,’ Saffron replied, eyes fixed across the room at one of my male roomies, who had just happened to walk into the room topless.  ‘Just be careful,’ she continued,  ‘Tiff hasn’t always been friendly to you, has she?’Screenshot-5064Saffron had a point.  Tiff and I hadn’t exactly got off on the right foot to start off with.  I’d stepped out into the hallway one afternoon, playing on my guitar when a door swung open at such a force it slammed against the wall, leaving a small indent in the plasterboard.Screenshot-5047‘One hour!  That’s all the sleep I’ve had since yesterday; one hour!  So shut the hell up and shove your stupid little guitar up your arse!’Screenshot-5157Screenshot-5156I can’t remember how it happened, but a day later we ended up sitting side by side in the living room playing computer games together, laughing and joking like we had known each other for years.Screenshot-5144I guess her mood-swings should have been a warning bell from the start, but since I had grown up a laid-back family (somewhat), a little bit of spice and conflict was actually somewhat refreshing.Screenshot-5147Quite simply, I knew from very early on that I wanted to marry this girl, warts and all.Screenshot-5146 

Murphy’s Law (Part 2)

Murphy’s Law (Part 2)

I’m unsure if she was even really asleep because moments after I had approached my bed, she stretched out her body before swinging her legs around so she was perched on the edged of the bed with a sheepish grin on her face.

‘Sorry, Murphy,’ she said, her voice soft and perhaps a little bit slurred.Screenshot-1941‘Your bed looked so comfy, I couldn’t resist.’

As she stood up, I felt my heart miss a beat; this girl knew my name.  Crap.  Had I met her on a night where I’d been very drunk?  Even then, I think I would have recalled meeting a girl as pretty as she was.  I’d always been drawn towards dark-haired girls (apparently it was a Bailey thing), and as for her light grey eyes, damn they were stunning.

Lost in a trance, I walked around to the other side of my bed.

‘I’m not stalking you or anything,’ she quickly reinforced.  ‘I just heard there was an awesome party going on here.  I got a bit sleepy though, so looked for somewhere to lay down for a bit and found your bed since you’d left your room door unlocked…’Screenshot-1947‘Have we, uh, met before?’ I asked, praying that my stupidity wouldn’t offend her.

‘Well, yes, sorta,’ she answered, placing her hand behind the back of her neck.  ‘Last weekend, at that keg-stand party.  We didn’t exactly talk, but I overheard someone say your name.’

That was some relief at least.

‘No worries.  I mean, it’s a bit weird you were on my bed, but it’s nice to meet you…’ I trailed off, realising that she hadn’t yet introduced herself.

‘Raquel, my name is Raquel,’ she revealed as her warm hand shook mine, sending electricity straight down my spine.Screenshot-1943Classes were not quite the same after meeting Raquel.  Screenshot-1938Although it appeared I was paying attention, all I could think about was that girl and how much I wanted to see her again.Screenshot-1936Turned out she was a proper little party animal and it was literally one wild party spent after the next with that girl.  I wasn’t quite sure what year she was in at University, or what she was even studying for that matter, but I didn’t really mind not knowing.  Not everyone liked to talk about their degrees.Screenshot-1958Before I knew it, I was starting to fall behind with my work and was often staying up late to catch up.  Zoe, who was basically nocturnal, often kept me company, either reading or playing computer games.Screenshot-1983Soon enough I started to confide in her about Raquel.  She advised I that I took some “man-up” pills and made a move already, otherwise, like with Margaret, I’d miss my shot and she would assume I was more interested in men.Screenshot-1978Perhaps, in hindsight, Zoe wasn’t exactly the best person to take advice from considering she had almost burnt down our entire halls of residence last month.Screenshot-1928The following evening, I headed round to Raquel’s place for her third party that week, a pool party despite I don’t think she even had a swimming pool (not that I was complaining when I saw her in her tiny bikini).

Handing her over a bunch of red roses I had bought from the local florist earlier, I confessed just how stunning she looked.Screenshot-1968And then, well, sometimes you just have to take the plunge…Screenshot-1969

Murphy’s Law (Part 1)

Murphy’s Law (Part 1)

“Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong”.

These are wise words to live by, particularly when you are a hormonal nineteen year old boy-man who is experiencing his first time away from home.  I assumed university was supposed to teach me independence and give me a taste of what was expected of me as an adult.  However, I learnt quickly in my first year that this was far from the reality of being a University student.  Screenshot-1953University dorms are also nothing like they are portrayed in the movies.  Chances are, you will rarely see or even speak to your roommates once classes have started and the hype of being a Fresher dies down.Screenshot-1895I was lucky to meet Margaret Cade on the day I moved in.  She was easily the most attractive of my roommates and fairly level-headed.Screenshot-1896She also had a cracking sense of humour, which was an added bonus.  Screenshot-1897At the time I was too nervous to make a move, even when she volunteered to lift me up for my very first keg-stand (damn she was strong!).  That was a very drunken and messy night.Screenshot-1906Unfortunately, lectures are another aspect of University life you can’t escape from, even when you are suffering from a severe case of “hangover”, particularly when you’re studying Science and Medicine.  Why I didn’t pick something simple like Communications, I’ll never know.Screenshot-1933I suppose learning about the human anatomy was pretty awesome, particularly since I got to play with skeletons.  Nothing weird with liking that at all.Screenshot-1967The only thing I seemed to really struggle with was decision making.Screenshot-1930I guess somewhere in the strange recesses of my brain, choosing the right sort of baked treat to have between lectures is obviously a crucial decision which could drastically alter the course of my future.Screenshot-1910I soon learnt that apple danishes are often a safe bet.  They’re also rather delicious.Screenshot-1911Yeah, things at University were pretty normal…  Well, that was until I returned to my dorm room one night, after having a few drinks at the Student Union, and found a girl I didn’t even know sleeping on my bed.  Screenshot-1940After that things were only bound to get a bit weird.

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