Today we have Jaye Rockett from Bed In TheKitchen. Jaye and I have been friends for many years now, being from
the same town and I having gone to the boy’s version of her school. Hearing
about Connor a lot and having met him for the first time earlier this year, I
decided it was a perfect addition to the series. Without further a do, Jaye’s
love journey…
the same town and I having gone to the boy’s version of her school. Hearing
about Connor a lot and having met him for the first time earlier this year, I
decided it was a perfect addition to the series. Without further a do, Jaye’s
love journey…
Connor and I used to sit next to each other for
Literacy and Numeracy. From the age of nine til eleven, we occupied the chairs
between the radiator and the table for two. In the winter we would rock our
chairs onto their back two legs and lean against the winter for warmth, and in
the summer we’d undo the top button on our shirts, loosen our ties and squish
as close to the table as possible, to get away from the radiator that never
turned off. Of course, we didn’t choose to sit next to each other, that was
decided by our teacher, a firm fan of the boy-girl-boy-girl seating
arrangement.
Literacy and Numeracy. From the age of nine til eleven, we occupied the chairs
between the radiator and the table for two. In the winter we would rock our
chairs onto their back two legs and lean against the winter for warmth, and in
the summer we’d undo the top button on our shirts, loosen our ties and squish
as close to the table as possible, to get away from the radiator that never
turned off. Of course, we didn’t choose to sit next to each other, that was
decided by our teacher, a firm fan of the boy-girl-boy-girl seating
arrangement.
He was the first boy I ever had a crush on. I
loved his messy brown curls, and he had the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. He was
funny, cute and cool, and he was pretty much the only person in our class who
was nice to me.
loved his messy brown curls, and he had the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. He was
funny, cute and cool, and he was pretty much the only person in our class who
was nice to me.
At the end of primary school, Connor and his family
moved to Spain. They had a big leaving party and invited our entire year group.
We ran around his garden and at the end of the day before I left, he hugged me
and kissed me on the cheek. I think I turned bright red and ran away, fully
expecting never to see him again.
moved to Spain. They had a big leaving party and invited our entire year group.
We ran around his garden and at the end of the day before I left, he hugged me
and kissed me on the cheek. I think I turned bright red and ran away, fully
expecting never to see him again.
.
Fast forward five years and I was sat in a
taster lesson at my chosen sixth form open day, when he sauntered in and sat
opposite me. We stared at each other before it clicked, and spent the next hour
chatting away, filling each other in on what the last few years had entailed.
Turns out his family moved back to England less than a year after they left,
and he’d been going to school less than a five minute walk from my house the
whole time. At the end of the class he asked for my phone number. I gave it to
him.
taster lesson at my chosen sixth form open day, when he sauntered in and sat
opposite me. We stared at each other before it clicked, and spent the next hour
chatting away, filling each other in on what the last few years had entailed.
Turns out his family moved back to England less than a year after they left,
and he’d been going to school less than a five minute walk from my house the
whole time. At the end of the class he asked for my phone number. I gave it to
him.
He never text me though. For the first two weeks,
every time my phone buzzed I thought it was him, and then I gave up, thinking
he’d forgotten. I got on with my summer, and then at the end of the very first
day of sixth form, I got a text. “Are you still going to Brock? I didn’t
see you :(“
every time my phone buzzed I thought it was him, and then I gave up, thinking
he’d forgotten. I got on with my summer, and then at the end of the very first
day of sixth form, I got a text. “Are you still going to Brock? I didn’t
see you :(“
We agreed to meet the next day on our lunch break,
where we bought massive baguettes in the bakery near college, and then ate them
in a field surrounded by horses. He remembered how I used to write with my paper
at a right angle, how I’d argue with the teacher that I shouldn’t have to tuck
my shirt in because it was fitted so it would look silly, and how I had an
excuse every week to get out of PE. And really, the rest is history.
where we bought massive baguettes in the bakery near college, and then ate them
in a field surrounded by horses. He remembered how I used to write with my paper
at a right angle, how I’d argue with the teacher that I shouldn’t have to tuck
my shirt in because it was fitted so it would look silly, and how I had an
excuse every week to get out of PE. And really, the rest is history.
Now, we are approaching the end of our second
year of university, and a year since we moved in together. Sure there was ups
and downs, fights, time apart, but now? We are solid. I think moving to London
together and starting university was the turning point for our relationship, we
just sort of realised that whilst we loved each other, we also really needed
each other too.
year of university, and a year since we moved in together. Sure there was ups
and downs, fights, time apart, but now? We are solid. I think moving to London
together and starting university was the turning point for our relationship, we
just sort of realised that whilst we loved each other, we also really needed
each other too.
Jaye x
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