Still here.    The first thing I do this morning is head over to the commons area. I'm starving, and there is no way to fix food at the dorms.

   Yes, he still works the counter. Don Lothario. He doesn't speak to me other than the things he needs to say to fill my order. I get some eggs and bacon, and like before: poof! They appear.     I eat in silence. [...]     'Go talk to him!' I tell myself internally.

     I'm sick of Geoffrey having to sleep on the sofa. He pretty much bought this house, but he sleeps in the living room. Any time anything is going on in there, his sleep is disturbed. The man is stressed out enough as it is; he doesn't need sleep deprivation making things harder.      One afternoon, I've had enough, and I ask him to follow me into the office.      "Is there something you want to show me?" He really has no idea.

I explain to him how I'm tired of him sleeping on the sofa. "This could be your room. Temporarily. I'll move the desk into the bedroom, and we'll set up a bed in here for you. At least then you can have some privacy." And what I don't mention to him is probably something we're both thinking: there will be another door he'd have to pass through in order to get to my bedroom.

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    I need a friend. I need a friend I can talk to ABOUT Geoffrey.     Duh! Yui! I sit up in bed and give her a call. She says she'll be right over.

    "Do you think I'm crazy?" I ask after telling her everything that's happened.     "Crazy? No. Conflicted? Yes."

    I smile. "What's this?" Sure, I'd noticed the fireplace before, but I didn't ever see him use it.     He chuckles, gesturing to the fire. "It's called a fireplace."     "Na dur, dummy. I know that. I mean, what are you doing out here?"     Smirk. "Sitting." He pats the seat next to him. "Care to join me?"

     Geoffrey gets his way, and I move in to the Landgraab house. 

   I've taken over Malcolm's old room. Geoff moved out the computer that was in here so that I could use my laptop. I put my accolade award on the desk next to it.    Geoffrey recommends that I skip the next term, which would've been my last one. That means I've lost my scholarships, but it doesn't matter. I have plenty of money thanks to my books, and speaking of books, writing is pretty much all I do all day.