What a weird boy he is.
He's either really friendly, or really.. i don't know.. distant.
"Mr Marriott, this is really confusing me" I said, confused by the whole dance piece, and why we needed to change it.
Tom replies "Look, I never did anything wrong, okay?!"
"I never said you did. I just said that there was no need to change it, directed at Mr Marriott..."
"Stop complaining, Harriet"
"Right, thanks."
then later on
"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you" I was worried if he took it the wrong way
"You didn't. At all. No. I was angry with Bullock. You're fine. You never do anything wrong"
"Merci. Ca va?"
"Ouai, et toi?"
"Um. Je ne sais pas"
"Ahh, d'accord."
"Combien du jours du travail pour le theatre?"
"Cinquante, haha!"
"Plutaiiiiin"
"What does that mean?"
"It means Fuck You"
"Haha, anytime" and he winked at me.
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Later on, me and David were going to music block, and we get inside, and we play fight..
Then Tom walks up behind me and says "I want you" Scares the living daylights out of me. I make a joke of it, he sounded jokey, but go over and over it in my head.. But that's what I do.
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