The two years itch a.k.a OTP

Where to begin, where to end. You'd think of things that you can't do in a million years because a) you're a chicken and b) it’s a stupid thing to do. I (Emily Lake) am the same sort of person. I DON'T do dares and I don't start things that I know I can’t finish. That may not be true though because since I have been a Lake, I have done things that I never thought I would and I never thought I should, like asking CG’s name in first year as a part of “task” given to me by Amanda. Turned out I was the bold one in our little gang (maybe that's a harsh word, what about clan??). You can’t let them down when they tell you "I am living my life through you". Although my words will never do this event the justice it deserves but Lalita insists that I write this "Tale of bravery" that generations will come to praise, after all I was the hero or the heroin of the affair. Please don’t be stupefied if this has got something to do with CG. He is a after all a very important part of our stories.


Both Lalita and I have been having these strange outbursts of feelings wanting to "help" CG. It may seem silly, but he has come so far since Lalita's letter to him. It's almost like he read it. He started coming to lectures on time, started wearing stuff other than greys and blacks and finally started giving up his "end of the world" seat in the lectures. But he still hadn’t commenced the socialising process. Don’t get me wrong he does sometimes giggle in lecture, not like a mad man of course that would be quite creepy. He does so when the lecturer tries to crack a joke. We would all be in a REM sleep otherwise.

Lalita says that she would never be able to say anything to him because well, he is CG, you can’t speak to him without all “our” conversations swarming your mind, then all you could do is go into hysterics or have a heart attack. Not me, not me. I am brave, I am light and I am one too strong to fight. No there was no fighting involved. Lalita put all her support and trust in me because well, if you know Kathleen and Amanda, you should know that they cannot compose themselves in the worst of situations. If they had to do what I did, well let’s not go there. But I can tell you that“you have to do it, but no pressure” was heard in abundance
As much as I want to explain the build-up of consequent events that lead to heart failures and just general anxiety leading to this episode, I can't because that would take me days to write and weeks for you to understand. You see Cg is like a road runner, the more you try to catch him, the quicker he gets away. It doesn’t add up, he is the last one to enter the door and the first one to leave it. Anyway if you have been wondering what OTP stand for, it means OTHER TUESDAY PLAN. There was initially a Tuesday plan which shouldn’t be discussed now. It wasn’t good

It was 9’0 clock lecture and I got late, conveniently. The Lakes were sitting quite back in the room but CG was sitting even more behind, I chose the seat closer to him. It didn’t help that Kathleen started showing me life sized replica of BOB the cross dresser. For the first time in life, I actually wanted to kill her. Two hours is a long time to have a drumming heart trying to pop out of your chest or your legs to tremble. Everything was going against OTP. We didn’t get any break, CG was packing up 5 minutes before lecture was finishing and I had so many bags that it would take me 5 minutes extra to pack up. It was the decision made in the spur of the moment, and planned for weeks. He got up and was about to leave, when I “manned” up and said “Hi” and knew instantly that the end was near. Surprisingly, he didn’t hear but I am not the one who learns from their mistakes so I said again “Hello” (CG’s real name should be here). He turned and said “hello” back. We talked, I apologised for things that weren’t really were supposed to be apologised about and he totally agreed with that. He seemed cool, very social although his voice didn’t go well with his face, aah a whole new conversation. My dialogues let’s just say were not up to the standards of Kathleen and Amanda because they laughed hysterically and mocked me for the rest of the day. Lalita, however was very happy and praised me for my good work. She says that now I can say hello to him more often because we are technically “friends”. I really want to write all about our conversation but that would be a breach of a “privacy”. Kathleen just wants me to ask him if he washes his hair. I will never do that.

It was a good day with a sad end when it dawned on us, once again that we’ll be separating soon. It wasn’t a good thought to realise. But  I know all will be okay as long as I have my lakes and all my legs, another story. God,we have so many.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost. G.K Chesterton

"Well I will go down with this ship



And I won't put my hands up and surrender


There will be no white flag above my door


I'm in love and always will be " Dido - white flag (This one's for my lakes)

I hope all justice has been done to the story *sigh*

Much Love
Emily xxx