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Midnight Rendezvous-Entry 22

Right, from now on, I'm just gonna stop counting days now. It's not like I'm really counting anyways.

Anywho, I've finally gotten myself a new place to stay and hide out. It's not much, and it's a little close to the L-train tracks, but it's better than nothing. And besides, I get to work right where I live.

That's right, I got a job at a rent-controlled apartment. A girl's gotta eat, ya know.

I get to live in this apartment for free, in exchange for helping the manager to be the Fix-it guy around here, since I'm pretty good with tools somehow, and the tips I earn will be enough to help me get by with food and anything I wish to buy to furnish my place. It's a bit of a sorry excuse for a home, but it's still home nonetheless. Beggars can't be choosers.

The best part is that there are lonely old cronies who live here and would pay me extra to help them get around their home and gladly feed my pie hole just to keep them company and listen to their boring good-ol'-days stories.

Anyways, I managed to snag as much relevant items as possible from Jan's place before I went lickety-split outta there. A bit of trinkets here and there, whatever I could salvage that the police didn't grab from Jan's computer, and surprise, surprise! Jan's diary too. I never knew he was a diary writer. No wonder he wanted me to have a blog diary all of a sudden.

Of all my entries, I bet you never knew how Jan became my one and only friend, huh?

Well, technically it all started a few months after the "visitations" stopped. I was outside playing with my toys and he just somehow approached me with his lunchbox on tow. He asked me if I wanted a lemon drop, and we've been friends ever since.

I'm not an approachable person, to tell the truth. There is something about people that I don't seem to like, something that makes me want to just choke the life out of them so that they'll leave me alone. Call me anti-social or whatever, but as you can tell from my interactions with the principal the last time in my previous entry, you can more or less tell that it was my best civil behavior I could muster. Any given time, it would've been the principal instead of that random sap I grabbed that would've had his head bashed in.

Which reminds me of…

Nah, never mind. Like I said, you don't wanna know.

Seriously, don't ask.

Anyways, surprisingly I don't feel that way towards Jan. He was everything I wasn't—friendly, outgoing, full of life, happy-go-lucky and a bit of a jokester and a flirt at heart. Everything that I despised on everyone was on him, and yet I could not feel a single aversion from him. It was almost like he was my polar opposite, like he completed me somehow, and that's how we tolerated each other.

That's right, I said "tolerate", coz even though we were never really at each other's throats, deep down inside, we somehow knew that we could never be friends, no matter how hard we try. And it was something we both silently acknowledged. An unwritten agreement.

But that doesn't mean we can't lust for each other.

Friends with benefits. That's what we are.

Well, were.

Phew, I hadn't written this much in a while. I guess I miss him.

And Bushy.

Well, time to clean the fountain. Cya later.

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