Sometimes I have such a hard time coming up with titles for my posts, and other times it is well easy! Maybe I could get title suggestions from my readers as well as your ideas of what to post about. That’s just a thought.
I know things keep evolving at school, and sometimes it’s just so hard to cover everything that happens in a day or a week, so I end up not posting about some things or chums at all and eventually end up forgetting to mention them.
The weather has really been warming up here lately. I know it’s not even March yet, but Erik is starting to get excited about the upcoming growing season!
“I think I want to save some room in my garden at home for Mum to plant some more herbs, Amar.” Erik said as we rode the tram. “Her little herb garden is just so small, so I want to make more room in my garden.”
“That’s admirable of you, little buddy.” I said. “But I don’t think herbs take up that much room, do they? If you make more room in your garden for more herbs, Mum might end up with more herbs than she can use.”
“So then we’ll give the extra herbs to the homeless shelter, Amar.” Erik grinned.
“Carl was looking for you, Love.” Ben said as I put my tote at my Station before he gave me a hug. “It looks like there may be a bit of trouble in paradise.”
“What do you mean, Ben?” I asked.
“Shayne and Lars aren’t speaking to each other.” David said.
“Oh, no,” I groaned.
“You just know those two will be climbing the walls by lunchtime if they’re still not on speaking terms.” Ben said.
“I’ll see you in Chapel.” I said as I hurried out of Base.
“What’s the problem with them, Carl?” I asked as Carl met me at the door to his Base. I looked around and didn’t see either Shayne or Lars.
“I don’t know, Amar,” Carl said as we started to walk slowly to Chapel. “They both got into a small tiff last night about me and other silly stuff, and before I knew it, Lars stormed out of our room and slammed the door. Then Shayne turned into a basket case and was pretty much crying off and on for the rest of the night before he went to bed early. He wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. I knew it was well serious when he wouldn’t even let me give him a hug.”
“Whoa, that IS serious!” I said, nudging him.
The mystery continued at lunch when I searched the Dining Hall, but Shayne and Lars were nowhere in sight. I thought then that maybe they had reconciled and were spending some private time together to work things through.
But when I asked Rick, Lars’ roommate, where the two could be, he told me he had no idea.
“Unless Lars went to the infirmary, Amar,” Rick said. “He had a crying spell for some reason last night and I didn’t know if he was homesick or just plain sick. What I think is Lars is just plain LOVE sick.”
I quickly had a few bites of my lunch before telling Ben and David to keep a lookout for Shayne, and that I was going to check the infirmary to see if Lars was there.
“He doesn’t have a fever, and his tum area isn’t tender, Amar.” The Nurse told me. “I think he’s just tired since he told me he couldn’t sleep last night. It’s nice of you to come see him. He’s in the fourth bed.”
“Thanks, Ma’am,” I said. “I won’t be long.”
The infirmary has eight beds total, four on each side of the large room, and each bed could be separated from the others by pulling a curtain on a track around the entire bed area to make it a bit more private – much like an emergency room in a hospital.
There was no one else in any of the beds, so I walked to bed 4 and poked my head through the curtain to see Lars lying on his side with his back toward me.
“How are you feeling, Lars?” I whispered, walking around the bed to look at him.
As soon as he saw me, tears filled his eyes and his bottom lip began to quiver.
“What’s the matter, buddy? Do you want to talk?” I said, sitting on the edge of his bed before he scooted up enough to give me a hug.
I let him cry a bit on my shoulder as we hugged silently.
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I asked, handing him a couple of tissues from the night stand as he wiped his eyes and nose.
“Shayne doesn’t like me anymore, Amar.” Lars whispered as more tears welled in his eyes and slowly crept down his flushed cheeks.
“Why do you say that, Lars? You and Shayne are best chums.”
Lars slowly shook his head. “He likes Carl more than me. He’s always talking about him. Carl this and Carl that.”
“You like Shayne more than just a chum, don’t you, Lars?” I asked softly.
Lars lowered his head and nodded.
“I think deep down, Shayne likes you more than just a chum too, Lars.” I said. “He doesn’t like Carl better than you. Shayne is just infatuated with Carl, that’s all. Even I’M infatuated with Carl because Carl is easy to like. He’s smart, popular, intelligent, not to mention cuter than anything.”
Lars cracked a bit of a smile just then.
“You and Shayne are like two peas in a pod.” I went on. “You both get along so well and you complement each other. You two make the others laugh, and everyone accepts both of you for WHO you are, not what you are. You and Shayne are a team, and without each other, everyone loses.”
“I wish Shayne and me were like you and Ben, Amar.” Lars said.
“Do you love Shayne?” I asked.
More tears welled up in Lars’ eyes as he looked at me and nodded.
“Then you should tell him you love him, Lars.” I said simply.
“But how can I if we’re not talking to each other, Amar?” Lars reasoned.
“Someone needs to break the ice first, Lars.” I said. “If the two of you walked out on a frozen pond and suddenly you both fell through, wouldn’t each of you want to make an effort to save the other as fast as you could?”
“Then I think it’s time to save your friendship as fast as you can before both of you get too cold.” I smiled, giving his cheek a kiss. “Come on now, get out of bed and put your trousers and shirt and tie back on. You have some saving to do.”
“Thanks, Amar,” Lars said, giving me a tight hug and a kiss of his own just as chimes sounded and he hopped out of bed in just his skivs before he started putting on his clothes.
“Lars is cured, Ma’am.” I told the Nurse as I was leaving. “He’ll be heading back to class as soon as he gets dressed.”
“Thank you, Doctor Amar.” She winked at me.
In Gyms, the Coach was debating sending us out on the fields to play a bit of rugby, but he decided the fields were still a bit too wet, so he conceded to let us have free swim for the rest of the week – unless he changed his mind later!
“What did you do, Amar?” Carl asked me as I walked into the Commons Room final period for rehearsal.
“Um, I don’t know, Carl. You tell me,” I said, not really knowing what he was talking about at first.
“I might need to ask the Dorm Master to switch roommates again.” Carl whispered. “Because I might just be better off rooming with Rick so Shayne and Lars can room together.” He added, slightly nodding over his shoulder toward the tables where all the lads were gathering.
I looked past Carl to see Shayne and Lars sitting closely together, chatting and giggling and carrying on QUITE tenderly with each other.
“Better start packing your things to change rooms, Carl.” I winked at him before turning to the crowd of lads.
“PLACES for Act II, everyone!” I shouted.