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The first time I hung out with him was back in September. He was (and still is) friends with a girl I kind of knew at the time: Jules. I went to get coffee and do homework with Jules, Sam, and William. I had known him only a couple of hours when we discovered a shared love, and long history, of the band Young the Giant. I have been listening to them since I was eleven. I went to see them in 2014 when they were one of two opening bands for Kings of Leon. William has been listening to them with his family since 2011. We can both agree that their music has grown along with us. There are so many layers to what their music means to me and to him. After discovering this shared passion for a smaller band, we looked up concerts in Boston. We saw one in Providence, RI. Don't ask me why, but after knowing him for two hours at the most I felt it was completely appropriate to suggest we go stay with my (step) cousin who goes to RISD while we attend the concert. He was apparently not too phased because he liked the idea. We bought tickets the next day and I made arrangements to stay with my cousin Ella. It is good that we only grew closer because it could have gone the other direction. Come mid-November we were still very close. So, Sunday November 11th came along and hoped on an Amtrak train to Providence with a backpack and some snacks. We ate grapes and somewhat stale sourdough bread with raspberry jam, while the light reflected off of the sugary spread and soaked into the crevices of our bread. We listened to some music to accompany the view of passing faded trees. We ran off the train eager to meet the fresh air. "Downtown" I read from a sign. "That works, right?" I asked and before I knew it we were heading through the doors into the cool, crisp air of Rhode Island in November. We headed towards the coffee place where Ella works, allowing ourselves to get sidetracked by copious amounts crunchy leaves and rippling reflections of the church tower. We were welcomed by a smiling Ella and the warmth of this little nook. She brought us coffee with soy milk, which I later spilled aggressively after hitting the table. We soaked up the bittersweet drink that energized us for the long day ahead. William filmed a silhouette of a man's dancing fingers while he escaped reality. We trekked back to her apartment stopping to acknowledge the silence and solitude of the air. We stood there with our faces towards the sun. We listened to the absence of the pandemonium that Boston bears. I hadn't realized how much I missed, and cherished, the peacefulness of quiet air. We made it to her apartment and were welcomed by Luna. Luna is their little black kitty whom we found basking in the sunlight striking the wood floors. William and I hooked up his phone to the aux, so we could dance around to "Apartment" and "My Body" by Young the Giant. It was pure joy dancing around that warm kitchen on such a happy day. xxxxxx This is William on his phone for the last time before we put them away for the weekend. From here we went and got a proper meal. We got a bit distracted by a park near the water, murals, and perfect climbing trees. But, after that we got food. We each got a sandwich with home fries and it was delicious. We looked at a RISD/Brown newspaper while we ate and chatted.
We found an amazing vintage store to browse through. It never ended. There were endless rooms and floors of family postcards from the 50's, large studded rings, fur coats, CDs of the coneheads' soundtrack, boy scouts' books, and vintage radios. As we walked up the stairs, surrounded by large, framed paintings and a full length mirror, we compared our visit here to that of Percy Jackson's in the Lotus Casino. We had already spent hours in there and could easily spend more looking at old cameras, trying on elaborate clothes, and flipping through the dusty pages of deteriorating magazines. We forced ourselves to leave and we left at the perfect time. We walked down the quiet, secluded street. We passed churches illuminated by the golden hour sun and stiff tree branches. The sliver of the sky we could see at the end of the road took on the color of a peach from the summer that had faded due to the bitter cold of the sullen winter skies. We chased it. We ran towards the sky, towards the ocean.
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jules
12/2/2018 06:30:41 pm
i love this, i love you :)) <3
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