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12-06-00 - Jim Is
Blair's journal:
| Jim is like: | |||
| Watermelon | - | hard shell, soft core | |
| Cat | - | not easily moved when comfortable | |
| Saran Wrap | - | got you covered | |
| Postage stamp | - | sticks to one thing until he gets there | |
| Coca~Cola | - | the real thing | |
| Timex | - | takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin' | |
| Hospital clean room | - | enough said | |
| Fortress walls | - | makes me feel protected | |
| Neasporin | - | makes the hurt heal faster | |
| Security blanket | - | comforting when he's around | |
| Chicken soup | - | warm and comforting when you're sick | |
| Skittles | - | with his senses he could taste the rainbow | |
| Coffee | - | gets you up in the morning | |
| Mother hen | - | clucking over you when you're hurt or sick |
01-30-01 - Blair is
Jim's scrap of paper:
| Blair is like: | |||
| Energizer bunny | - | keeps going and going | |
| Timex | - | Takes a lickin' but keeps on tickin' | |
| Mop | - | hey, with that hair... | |
| Cat | - | definitely sheds, has nine lives | |
| Favorite shirt | - | comfortable to be with | |
| Paper towels | - | twice as strong as the other leading brand | |
| Ground-wire | - | keeps me grounded | |
| Lightning rod | - | always attracting trouble | |
| Security blanket | - | I don't want to ever let go | |
| Wile E. Coyote | - | push him off a cliff, drop an anvil on his head and in the next scene he's chasing the roadrunner again |
Blair hadn't meant for it to happen.
Going in search of red pens, he'd tripped on the way upstairs, causing papers to fly around Jim's room.
In a hurry to clean up before Jim came home, he'd just shoved the papers together.
He'd been rather shocked to turn over an essay and be confronted with Jim's writing.
~Blair is:~
The words made him laugh (especially the Timex one, 'cause it'd been on his list too), feel warm inside, then feel guilty.
Fair's fair.
He copied his list, slipping it half under the couch where he *knew* Jim would 'clean' it.
Jim pounced on the wayward scrap of paper under the couch.
How many times have I told him to clean up when he finishes grading?
I understand he works in chaos, but it would be nice if he'd return to order afterward.
He glanced at the paper casually, then froze.
~Jim is:~
He glanced around guiltily, but couldn't resist the temptation.
The first line made him laugh, and some of the others too.
Some made him feel special.
Done reading, he carefully folded the paper and took it upstairs, hiding it away.
Friendship is more than worth the occasional mess.
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