Woah. What an awesome weekend. I can’t remember a better one in my whole life, to be honest.

Friday:
Toby came over on his way home from work and we went back to his to end up not playing Rock Band. Not that it mattered that his mate Phil didn’t come. We still played a bit anyway. But on his bed instead of in the living room with the volume turned up very high. I did still feel rather yuck, but just being flopped on Toby’s bed with his arms around me helped. We played ’till about quarter to midnight and then woke up his dad to give me a lift home. We decided it was best to not ask our parents to let me stay over, seeing as it was midnight, even though we were both in the mood to fall asleep and not be moved until the morning.

Saturday:
After waking up, eating breakfast in front of Top Gear and having a shower, Toby came round at about half 12. To be honest, I was actually a little annoyed, seeing as I got ready for half 11, thinking that would be when he came over. But that blew over when he got to my empty house after Mum, Dad and Chris (my brother)  had all gone. We spent a little time in my room and then headed off to town. Having missed both the possible buses we could, we walked. I didn’t mind though. We played our own adapted version of the Mini game. Well, an adapted version of the adapted version that I play with my friends: a new Mini or Volkswagen Beetle or a yellow car = 1 punch, an old model of either car = 2 punches, a new and yellow model of either car = 2, an old yellow model of either car = 3 punches. Toby and I play it with kisses instead, it’s a lot nicer for both parties… We ended up going to Boots for lunch to make the most of their meal deal- £2.99 for a sandwich, snack and drink- and then decided to wander over to King’s Meadow (a nice place by the river) to eat it. We also thought that we could take a ‘shortcut’ and cut out the busy main roads, but we ended up walking about three times the distance through a not very nice area by the back end of the canal. We must have passed at least two drug dealers/addicts. We eventually got the meadow before we collapsed of a mix between heat exhaustion and hunger. I was slightly disappointed at the poor quality of my triple chicken sandwich. It wasn’t the best option there, but we had cookies from Millie’s, so I was okay.
We wandered home then to ask parents if we could spend the whole night together, after playing Rock Band late into the night. It was a good idea; we didn’t play much on Friday, because Phil didn’t come, so we played on Saturday. But as both pairs of parents were out at pubs, we had no way of getting me home and then Toby home safely. Therefore, I could stay over. It did take more than just that, we had to promise my Dad that we would be separate, a condition that Toby’s Dad then agreed with. After I’d stuffed all of my clothes and other necessities in my small bag – which was almost bursting at the seems on the walk back to Toby’s – we left. We got there to find a bed already set up for me downstairs, which was really sweet of Toby’s Mum.
We played Rock Band late into the early hours of the morning, when Toby’s Mum and Dad got back from their evening at the pub. We then watched Hornblower with Toby’s Dad, waiting for him to go to bed. It was actually quite funny once we started taking the piss out of the French bloke and predicting which French peasant would get with which British Naval officer. Eventually, we all agreed it was bed time. I failed to get to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, which is the norm. Instead, I lay in the nice bed thinking about who was asleep directly above me, and how much I wished he was with me. But we were good and abided by our fathers’ rules, although it was hard for both of us to be apart.

Sunday:
I woke up to the sun shining in the window and checked my phone for the time. It was still before 6. I doubted Toby would be awake, but as soon as I thought that I heard movement in his bedroom, and him taking a trip to the toilet. I sent him a small text to say hi, and was surprised when he popped his head round the door. We snuggled in front of morning television until there was a growl from my stomach. We had Pain au Chocolat for breakfast, which was really odd considering I’d already had flashbacks of trips to France. Waking up in a different bed with the sun shining brightly through the window and eating French pastries in a tiled kitchen reminded me of staying in a French chalet by a lake while my Dad camps outsid,e fishing overnight. There was an even bigger reminder of that when Toby took me outside for a walk by the school lake nearby once we were dressed. It was very odd that it was warm and sunny on a Sunday morning in England, but it was really nice to be with Toby whilst the rest of Reading was still asleep. We watched the ducklings and goslings swim around with their parents for a while and then wandered back home to ask about a boat trip.
We thought it would have been nice to go out on Toby’s family’s boat for a while that afternoon, but his parents had already made other plans. Instead, we stayed in for a while, continuing with the new band we’d made on Rock Band the night before. After having a bit of lunch we thought of going back into town to buy Toby some walking boots for his holiday that’s coming up at the end of June, but I then realised that I’d left my purse and everything else that I needed in town at home. So we had to walk back there first. By the time we got there, we were almost cooked. I had to change into my skirt and a thin top, meaning I needed to coat myself in sun cream. And of course that meant that I couldn’t find any, as usual when I need things. Mum was pulling strange faces whilst I sprayed my legs, because Toby could probably see up my skirt from where he was. I didn’t care. He then did my back, and we headed off to miss the bus into town, again.
Once we got into town, we strolled towards camping-type shops for walking boots, but found none that were up to his standards. Then we just had time to kill at half past 3, with the need to be home by 6, so we just wandered aimlessly until we found ourselves messing around in department stores, looking at sofas and kitchens for a house that we may or may not end up getting together some time in the distant future, depending on the success of the relationship. It was rather funny to see the John Lewis man’s face when a pair of teenagers were looking at kitchens. We went back to Toby’s after buying insane amounts of pick and mix, and flopped in the shade in his garden, playing with gummy bears.

He thought it was rather sweet, though, that I planned to tag the gummy bears as us, as did I.
We got Toby’s Dad to give me a lift home at 6. Which meant I was home late, much to the displeasure of Mum. She texted me at 10 past, saying I was apparently meant to be home at 5. Which was majorly incorrect, and she knew that. If I was meant to be home at 5 o’ clock, why did I not get called then to see where I was? Silly woman. She was in a mood with me when I got home as well, and I was forced to cut up onions and fruit for dinner (not to be eaten together).

I went to bed at about 10, after having a less than ideal amount of sleep on Saturday night; I also had to get up at half past 8 to go out with my cousins.