JL…another perfect guy.
Never knew him that well, but he joined the composting crew. And yeah. He’s perfect.
We spend half our time talking in awful British accents. He carries great conversations – but silence isn’t awkward because we’re both introverts. He’s a genius. He fits in everywhere because he’s half Chinese, half white – and you know what that means? He’s got the brains, and the social skills. And the work ethic. He looks Chinese – but only if he tells you that he is. He’s athletic.
He’s kind, and funny, and afskgdjlfsa;skdg why can’t I be him.
Sat next to him doing homework all yesterday while we waited for jazz band, and I gave him some of my grapefruit. He waited for me to put on my gross shoes when everyone went outside. We have a running joke – we always pantomime when we say ‘compost’. I think we’re friends.