The Groaning From Jason’s Bathroom

Lol.  That was absolutely hysterical.  Well, the things that were said are staying private, between myself and Jason, and the grand piano, considering we were in one of the music studios, but things were sorted out.

I went in there, trying to keep up a cool resolve, and it worked, mostly.  He still wasn;t giving me any answers, though, except for a few slip-up things, and then wouldn;t elaborate on them.  Finally, I decided enough was enough, and I made like I was going to leave.  I told him I didn’t have a reason to stay.  He said something about “would I be back?”  And I said it was up to him, and just left the room, and went to the living room.  He came out a few minuters later, and sat on the couch near me.  We just sat in silence for a few minutes, and then he asked if I’d take a walk with him.  Somehow, I knew we were going to the music building, but I asked “where to,” anyway.  Well, we went there, and found the one room with the grand, and he sat on the piano bench, and I sat on the chair.  And he said that I was too important to him, our friendship meant too much to let it fall apart, especially if he can prevent it.

I was trying to keep a serious, slightly depressed expression on my face, but I think he had me when he said that.  It just . . .   No matter how dumb it sounds, my heart smiled when he said that.

So, we talked, and he told me a lot.  I’m so proud of him for doing this.  It’s as I’ve said to him, I wouldn’t ask him to if I didn’t think he could do it.  And, while there have been some annoyingly close calls as far as him being able to tell me, he’s always come through.  And he has on this.  I knew he would.  Somehow, I knew.

Well, after we talked, he had to get back to his dorm, to do a bit of cleaning for an inspection.  So, I asked if he’d play that thunderstorm song for me, and he did this very cool intro thing to it, burst into the song, and then, about 3/4 of the way through, stopped, and grabbed his wrist, kind of wincing.  I asked what was wrong, and then took his wrist and started massaging.  He said after a bit that it felt better, and then continued playing, in the same spot, with the same beautiful intensity that he’d had before he stopped.

I love hearing that song.  It’s the title theme for my musical.  I will eventually write it.  Somehow.

Anyway, though, we went back to his dorm, and he was asking me what to use to clean a bathroom.  I suggested the spray bottle of comet, cuz everything else seemed to be counter top cleaners and stuff.  So, we’re about to go in there and start spraying, when all of a sudden, this really weird, groaning/fart/ODD sound comes from the bathroom, and he was standing there, “What the Hell was that??”  And I was laughing so hard, I was leaning against the wall, and eventually just fell to the floor, laughing.

Then, he decided he had to rescue his soap before spraying the comet, so he grabs his soapdish, and pours the water out, and his pathetically small glorp of soap splooshes out into the tub.  I dont; know why we found that so funny, but we did, and once again, I was down on the floor, helplessly giggling.

It’s good to have him as my best friend.  I guess that’s another thing I’ve become more secure about lately.  Even through everything, all the crypticism, all the whatever, somehow, we always find the way back to the other’s heart.  I know how important he is to me, and now, I definitley know how important I am to him.  He followed me out and decided enough was enough.  He wasn’t going to risk losing me, so he took me to a place where he could talk just a bit more easily.

–Notes–

I’m glad you two were able to talk. 🙂 [*~Advice~*]