• Fuck, it's been an eventful weekend. I'll start from the beginning. Friday night: Xavi came over. My parents were out until 2am so we made burgers and watched Superhero Movie and lay in bed. I won't go into details there because there aren't any details to go into - he wasn't interested in anything below the belt. I didn't ask why...Maybe I should've. At the time I was just so blissfully happy to be with him that it didn't matter. I woke him up on Saturday morning and fuck, he looked so goddamn cute with his ruffled up hair and boring boxers. Saturday night: I went to Max's house. A load of people went, not including Xavi as he wasn't allowed after being at my house (his parents are weird about him being out two nights in a row). Max has a cat. I'm allergic to cats. The whole night my lungs were seized up and I couldn't breathe properley. Annie got really drunk, started crying and told me she thinks she's good for nothing and that she cheated on Bill in the summer. I promised not to tell a soul, we went back into Max's house and she proceeded to throw up in his bathroom all night with Billy holding her hair back. I started crying to Emma for the second time that day and I cannnot describe how much I wished Xavi was there. Sunday: At 10 last night we got a phone call telling us my Grandma was really ill. Mum and Dad rushed out to the Royal United Hospital in Bath and it turns out she'd had a massive heart attack. If Antonio (my Uncle) hadn't called the ambulance as soon as they saw her, there's a good chance she wouldn't be here right now. Thankfully, although she has an extremely sore chest and bruised ribs from the resuscitation, I think she's survived it. I guess some days we're winners, others we aren't. Hopefully this week will be happier.

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