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I never post crushes, 'Top Ten' or 'Never Unfollow' lists. You are all equally special.
Terry by Mario Testino for Vogue Homme et Gnome, Spring 2014
Didn’t do have time to do much game-wise today except refurbish the upstairs bar at The Grind. I love Sandy’s Pierre Chareau Smokers’ Tables.
Three years earlier~
Megan wouldn’t tell Joël what the problem was over the phone. She just told him to come home as fast as he could. He found her sitting at the table crying. She’d bought a pregnancy kit that morning. Then she’d gone back to the pharmacy and bought three more. They all gave her the same result. As soon as she saw him she stopped crying and started screaming at him that it was all his fault. Technically he supposed she was right. (Although didn’t it take two to tango?) Her modelling career was just starting to take off, she couldn’t have a baby! Of course they would have lots and lots of babies in the future, just not right now. It was totally the wrong time. It would have been crazy. Career suicide. If Joël had any opinion or feelings, he certainly wasn’t allowed to share them. His only role was to be supportive of Meg’s decision, to be her hand-hold, her emotional crutch. The perfect boyfriend. That was Joël!
Friday 6.25 am
Joël: What the actual-
Anita: Mmmmff. Wassa- darling? S’ everything okay?
Joël: I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep, babe.
Thursday 5.28 pm
Joël has to work at The Grind tonight but he wants to call in sick, he wants to take Anita out to dinner to celebrate, he wants to make love to her all night in front of the fire. He wants to drive around the streets with a loudspeaker attached to the roof of the car proclaiming the fact that they’re having a baby. Anita laughs and kisses him. The sound of her laughing is almost as good as the kissing. It’s been a long time since he saw her so happy.
Anita: Go to work, darling. I promised Saffy I’d help her with her science project tonight, anyway. I’ll make sure I’m here when you get home though. Wearing nothing but an evil grin.
Joël: Oh, man. I’m not going to be able to concentrate on anything tonight.
He can’t stop smiling the entire time he’s working. He’s sure he must look like someone who’s just had a lobotomy and his jaw is actually starting to ache, but he doesn’t care. Then Roy rings him just before midnight.
Joël: Duuuude! Oh my God, wait till I tell you-
Then his brain switches into gear and he mentally slaps his forehead.
Joël: Nothing. Sorry dude, I’m at work at the moment and it’s really busy. Can I call you tomorrow?
Roy: I just wanted to know if you’d heard from Dom. Dude sent me a text saying he’ll be in town at the end of the month. But now I’m more interested in what it was you wanted to tell me-
Joël: Yeah? Sweet. Look dude, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. It’s crazy busy here.
Roy: You’d better not hang up on me, you piece of shit-
Joël: I can’t hear you, dude. It’s too noisy. Hanging up now-