#anyways. queued june 9th.

[ssmoki]

fucking bet.

me and @barkablebehaviour being unwell abt bo6…

[a-passing-storm]

Obra Dinn!

[kraken-spines]

Draft of the Calendar for Short Stories in July

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Start: here. 

"Rules:” Because all book clubs have them really:

1. Please, do NOT post before the day of the story or discussion prompt. It’s fine if you post afterwards, (even like years afterwards is 10/10 fine with me.) But don’t make a post about July 15th’s story when it’s only July 3rd. If it’s the date of the story in your timezone though, by all means go ahead. And of course, it’s completely fine to read ahead. 

2. Do NOT feel obligated to read all the stories or participate 100% every single day. If a story isn’t interesting to you, or you’re busy, that’s totally fine. The idea behind this is that it’s supposed to be welcoming for people of all participation levels even those who stumble upon it on July 31st. If you participate every day though holy crap you’re awesome.  Nothing is mandatory. Conversations can most definitely go on for days and days. If we’re still chatting about the first story four months later that’s okay with me. There is no time limit. 

3. Use the #oneshortmonth so that we can find you! I mean, if you don’t want to be found that’s fine. But, I’d love to be able to reblog and chat with people about short stories that we’re reading. 

4. Don’t suggest your own stories to be put into the calendar. On Sundays and Wednesdays I’m probably going to be putting up general discussions and it would be cool to hear short story writers’ opinions. And talking about your own stories/recommending them is fine. Just not ~officially~ for the calendar.

5. More of a warning, rather than a rule. Stories might contain upsetting material, most of these stories are aimed at an adult audience, please keep this in mind. EDIT: I will mention if a story is NSFW ahead of the schedule. I should have all the stories labeled as such in the official calendar by July 16th. 

And that’s it. Common sense stuff really but I feel like I need to cover my bases. Pretty confident that people were going to follow these rules anyway. If you think there’s something I should add, or elaborate on or you have a concern or a general question let me know.  

REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE FINAL VERSION OF THE CALENDAR!  If you want to have an author included, or a story added let me know and we’ll swap things around you have until the 26th. After that the calendar is set in stone and I’ll post the “Official Calendar” -which will have links built in. 

I’ll have my posts queued for 12:01 AM EST. If you live in a timezone ahead of mine, you can totally make your post at 12:01 AM in your time zone. Just know that I won’t until It’s a minute after midnight where I live.  And now... the calendar: 

June 26th: Last day to make a suggestion

June 27th: Official Calendar Reveal

June 28th: The Prologue/Warm Up Tag

1st : Dragonflies by Seanan McGuire

2nd: Catch up, discussion days

3rd: Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers by Alyssa Wong

4th: Two Men Arrive In A Village by Zadie Smith

5th: Catch up, discussion days

6th:Signs and Symbols by Vladimir Nabokov

7th:Combustion Hour by Yoon Ha Lee

8th: Milla by Lorenzo Crescentini and Emanuela Valentini translated by Rich Larson

9th: Catch up, discussion days

10th: Dark Warm Heart by Rich Larson 

11th: The Midnight Zone by Lauren Groff

12th: Catch up, discussion days

13th: A Little Love Story by Ödön von Horváth

14th: Kaiju maximus®: “So Various, So Beautiful, So New” by Kai Ashante Wilson

15th: Rusties by Nnedi Okorafor

16th: Catch up, discussion days

17th: Fabulous Beasts by Priya Sharma

18th: St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves by Karen Russell

19th: Catch up, discussion days

20th: Regret by Kate Chopin

21st:The Coffinmaker’s Love by Alberto Yáñez

22nd:Read Before Use by Chinelo Onwualu

23rd: Catch up, discussion days

24th:Vulcanization by Nisi Shawl

25th:The Hunter’s Wife by Anthony Doerr

26th: Catch up, discussion days

27th: Ghost Ship by Ogawa Mimei

28th: The Mussel Eaters by Octavia Cade

29th: The Red Secretary by Kameron Hurley

30th: Catch up, discussion days

31st:  A Diet of Worms by Valerie Valdes

August 2nd: Epilogue/Wrap Up Tag. 

August 10th ish: A Masterlist of most (if not all) the short stories that are mentioned, recommended, and under the #oneshortmonth tag but we did not read “officially”. 

[rustyhyde]

D-Day and Beyond June 9th

I’m really looking forward to today.  We’re going to Disney-Paris!!!!  The entire gang was psych’d and ready to get their Micky going!

Last night we searched the route out.  Disney Paris is about an hour by Train from the house.  The train station is a short five minute metro (subway) ride. Great. 

Next morning everyone had the usual “eat anything in the cabinets” for breakfast. I had a baguette with cheese and ham.  I think Andy ate a small child from next door. Cheryl ate plain pasta.  Liz, Hannah, and Max had the more traditional and shall I say boring, eggs for breakfast.  During breakfast we semi-planned the day.  Gates open at 10:00 so, let get there a bit early. plan to leave the house at 8:30. Oops already missed that deadline. Out the door by nine. Because Cheryl was nursing a bad hip, they took an Uber to the train station and said they would meet us at Disney. By the way, Cheryl is going to have hip surgery the week after we get back. What a trooper!

The rest of us walk to the Metro and ride to the station.  Unfortunately for Emma since she speaks french,we ask her to do all the mundane tasks like buying the tickets.  After about a ten minute discussion, Liz and Emma come out and say the ticket lady had a hard time understanding Emma and that we couldn’t get there the way we thought.  We had to ride the Metro to a different train station and go from there. None of that made sense. 1) Emma speaks flawless french. All the locals remark on how she speaks without an american accent.  2) I can read a rail map. It says we can get there from here.  Anyway, we go with the ticket agent plan, hop the metro to another station and make the ride to Disney.

The train ride was pleasant, though we did go thru some of the seedier parts of Paris, places I would not want to walk around.  When we pulled in the station, we immediately saw the lines to get in.  As it turns out, its the security line with metal detectors and the whole smear.  We talked with Ron and Cheryl, they beat us there by 30 minutes. They took the train I wanted to take.  I think the ticket girl was having a bit of fun with us Americans.  Ron and Cheryl made it thru security and as was at the customer service desk.

Because of her hip, Cheryl was going to get a wheelchair and hopefully a handicap pass, the “golden ticket”. If she get the handicap pass, her and four other can go to the head of the line at all the rides. Wow!

While inching forward thru the security queues, we notice the occasional person walk up to what appears to be another security check point off to our right.  They would do the security dance and go thru. I’m thinking it might be a VIP security line. After a few minutes of moving only inches forward, I asked Hannah to drop out of line and head over to that security point and see if a kid in a stroller would get us through security.  Hannah was reluctant considering how long the line was. Liz and Emma said they would hold our place.  Hannah, Max and I went over there.  The security agent, waved us over, didn’t say a word. He inspected us and waved us thru. Liz, Emma , and Andy make a dash over and cleared security.  As it turns out, it was a normal security checkpoint., just nobody queued up to it.  Again, we humans do have a herd mentality.

Even though we cleared security, we had to go thru the main park entrance. With tickets in hand we inched forward. I will say this about the french, they’ve never met a queue line they wouldn’t jump.  It seems its a sport in France to cut in line.  If that were to happen in the States, they would have been dragged out of the line and beaten to death with a stuffed Mickey Mouse.

Once thru the line we got to eye main street.  This Disney has a weird look to it.  Its as if it’s a 5/8 scale version of the one in Florida.  Disney Paris is smaller, tighter, and shorter. The same look of Disney World, only in miniature.

Inside, we hook up with Ron and Cheryl.  They did it. They got the Golden Ticket!!!

First thing we did was do the paratrooper ride.  Max was excited. We strolled up to the front, waved out golden ticket and was ushered to the front of the line.  We rode and had a great time.  Max squealed with delight.

Cheryl, below, at the photo-op place.

Next stop, Ttower of Terror.  That is my all time favorite ride at Disney. I’m hoping this one with thrill me as well.  Again, with the magic ticket, we went to the head of the line.  Once in, the ride was familiar but smaller.  I will give a shout out to the ride attendant, she spoke both french and english. Every instruction was given in french then english.  Once in the ride I was expecting the elevator ride to be crazy.  It turns out to be about half the ride of the one in Flordia, fun , but not crazy fun. So, instead of Tower of Terror, it should be called “Bump of Mild Discomfort”.

Here’s Emma in front of the Bump of Mild Discomfort.

I will say the ride that did impress us was Ratatouille. It was an amazing combination of physical and technological sophistication.  You really felt like a mouse running thru a kitchen.

We took the required pictures at the castle.

Lunch was an an adventure. At Disney Paris they have a centrallized area for the restaurants.  Its more or less like a food court in a mall.  All the restaurants line the walls, with seating in the middle. Being good southerners, we wanted to eat lunch early.  So around 11:00 we make our way over to the food court.  With such a large group we thought it prudent to snag a large table. We found one, and Emma, Andy and I went for food.  The lines were incredibly long even at 11:00. We jumped into the shortest one. The lunch choices were your standard Disney Fare except more fruit options. Nice.  After, no kidding, 45 minutes in line, we get our food and sit down.  As usual something was missed on the order but we didn’t want to go back and deal with it. We just split what we had amongst us. By this point, there was nowhere to sit. People were piling on top of garbage cans, sitting in the aisles. The way everyone was looking you’d thought, we were at a red cross relief center.   Within an hour we noticed no lines for food.  I thought, “Hey, I’ll get another order of Fries”. I walk up and I now know why there were no lines. The restaurants closed at 1:00.  They have a 2 hour window to eat lunch?! How bizarre, how French. That would never fly in Florida.  

After Lunch we did some thrill rides.  Well, actually not thrill rides, more like moderately bumpy rides. Again the scale is is smaller than Disney World.

We decided to call it a day at around 4:00, with the goal of eating dinner around 6:00..  We load up and head out. As usual, the tickets we bought would not open the turnstiles to the train gate. After several tries, Liz and company head back to the ticket office. Fortunately, the ticket person said that the tickets get demagnetized quite easily and re-issued us the tickets.  We board and we’re off.  After the train and metro rides, we’re walking back and decide to eat out. Everyone is tired and didn’t feel the need to cook. We stop at a rather upscale, restaurant and ask for a table for 6. The maitre d smiled and lead us to a table.  He didn’t see Hannah and Max with a stroller. Once he saw them, the color and smile drained off his face.  He made it clear he didn’t want the “baby” in his restaurant. Being arrogant Americans, we sat down anyway. The waiter had a pained look on his face, thinking he has to deal with us Americans.  Emma began talking to him in french and suddenly he was all smiles.  Service went well, the food was great. We pulled back from the brink of disaster.  The Maitre d would walk by with a snear. We answered with a pleasant, condescending smile that said “bite me”.

After we dinner, it was short walk back to the house.  We sat down at the table, played Unno for and hour and retired to our separate chambers. Quite french.

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Posting Schedule June 9th- June 16th

June 9th - Yes

June 12th - Secret Love Song (Part 10)

June 13th - Harry Gif Imagine 

June 14th - Hey Angel Chapter 79

June 15th- Harry Gif Imagine 

June 16th - 3-5 Harry Gif Imagines 

I’ll be on vacation starting this Saturday, so I have everything queued up. I’ll have my phone, so I’ll be able to see any messages/asks that you all send! And then once I’m back next weekend, the following week (June 19th) I’ll be back to post more! 

**My original plan was to have three story updates like normal next week, but I was only able to type up two for next week, so I decided to throw in the gif imagines to sort of makeup for it. 

*** I said 3-5 on next Friday because I have three imagines already typed up and ready to be queued, but I might have time to write up some more tomorrow, but I’m not entirely sure! 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy everything and like I said I’ll still be on here off and on, just making sure everything is posting properly and to see what everyone thought of the updates! 

Oh! and let me know if you like having the posting schedule. Maybe I could post it every Sunday night, so you all know when to look forward to a certain story? 

Just let me know what you think! :) 

[aoibaratraveler]

A Look Back At My Time in Japan! Chapter 4

Third Month on Exchange: June

June is pretty much the rainy month of Japan and boy was this month wet! I still cycled to school every day or walked because I’m a crazy girl. There was just something so freeing about cycling all the time with my music in and taking in all the scenery even if it was pouring everywhere. There were times when I’d just park up halfway at Sumiyoshi though and take the university free bus from there. June also seemed to be the time when the people in the city started preparing for Nagasaki Kunchi, the city’s most famous festival that takes place every year in October. It was super cool catching a glimpse of the men practicing their march for the festival every evening on my bike since it was on my route. The first week was pretty standard from what I can recall, just university, teaching at my part-time job, home, and repeat for the most part. I also hung out a lot with my friend B from my part-time job. She showed me around Megane Bashi (an area with a bridge that looks like spectacles) and Shindaiku machi. 

Now, I was super stoked for June because it meant that I’d be meeting up with my friend L and we’d get to spend the weekend in Osaka and go to Universal Studios! On the 9th, I journeyed to Nagasaki Station to try and find the highway bus that I had booked to take me to Osaka but it’s a good thing I got there like an hour early because I was scrambling up until the last minute to find this damn bus. I had no idea that the bus station and train station were in different locations. I know that sounds kinda dumb but I really thought that my bus would be taking off at or near the train station. In the end, the bus station wasn’t that far from where I was but I literally almost missed it. It was an overnight bus so I packed some snacks because I was planning to get off at the last stop: 9 hours later at Universal City station right outside of Universal Studios. The bus was pretty roomy and not too bad. It took me a while to find something affordable since traveling in Japan can be pretty expensive and I had to search for the bus online in Japanese but it was worth it. It had several pet stops so that people could use nice toilets, had wifi and retractable seats and cost the equivalent of about $64. A little pricey but it was ok because I found an even cheaper way back with Peach Airlines for about $20. So all in all not bad for a 4 day trip to both Osaka and Kyoto. Oh and of course my accommodation was free because Couchsurfing in Japan is the best. Oh, right forgot to mention that I was also fasting this month so I would be spending the day on rides and walking around USJ while fasting which I was a tad worried about at first but actually wasn’t too bad since the sun in Japan was going down every day at around 6:30 pm (Summer days in Canada are much longer). Anyway, my bus arrived bright and early the next day at Universal Studios and about half an hour before I was meant to meet up with L so I hung around the area for a bit until she got there and we proceeded to line up in the already growing line. I should add that it was a Friday morning and I didn’t have any class that day but it was still a normal day so I don't know why there were so many people; it wasn’t crazy busy, but we were still queuing for about 30 minutes. By the time we got in it was around 8 am and I couldn’t wait to go on every ride. We began by heading on over to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter being that we are both super big HP fans and needed to get that out of our systems first. We bolted on over to the Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey ride and it was amazing! It was so cool but unfortunately, we couldn’t take pictures and I wish it lasted longer. Afterward, we went to the gift shop and strolled around Hogsmeade. L bought herself a pretty impressive lifesize marauder's map and I got a couple of really nice keyrings. Next, we saw a live performance of actors playing Hogwarts characters but what made it more interesting was that half the characters were played by American or British actors and the other half were played by Japanese actors with the American/British saying their lines in English and the Japanese in Japanese. Upon leaving Hogsmeade we made our way around the rest of the park and managed to try out every ride. We also saw two musical performances, a bunch of life-size minions and some titan heads from Attack on Titan that were on exhibit by Cool Japan. Actually, with about 2 hours before we were meant to leave we had tried every ride but one: The Flying Dinosaur. Honestly, I was making so many excuses not to line up because I’m really not good with thrilling roller coasters - like this one where you are thrown up and down with your limbs hanging and at one point completely upside down. We also were meant to meet our Couchsurfing host at around 4 pm (yes, we had already spent about 6 hours there so far) and the line itself was about 2 hours long but L insisted and so we ended up doing it. I was terrified and screaming the entire time with my eyes closed--which I do regret. At the end of it though it wasn’t so bad and I did feel like I could do it again but alas it was time to go.

Our Couchsurfing host owned an electronics shop and asked us to meet him there. He was a very eccentric guy who loved hosting several people at a time, we were lucky though that we were the only two that had requested to stay at the time. He was funny and really only seemed to be interested in hosting girls since he claims they are cleaner. He was really insistent on adding me to Facebook though which I was a little against since I had just met him but luckily I had the excuse that I had just recently taken up the bf on the challenge of deactivating my FB for a month and just challenging myself to be completely off social media. Anyway, after he closed up shop he decided to take us out to a conveyor belt sushi place where he proceeded to throw a hundred questions at me, it seemed to be his goal to know my life story by the end of dinner. I mean, I was fine with it but it was certainly an experience. I’m glad he was friendly though at least and it wasn’t such a bad place to stay, we did have our own semi-private room as well. 

The next day we walked around the town where the host lived and made our way over to the Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan, the world’s largest aquarium. We saw so many species of marine animals and even capybaras, it was awesome. We spent a few good hours there and managed to see every animal and take lots of really cool photos. We then made our way to the giant Ferris wheel near the aquarium and chilled on that for a bit. It was my first time on a Ferris wheel and boy are they slow, we did get a nice view of the harbour though. We ended off the day by grabbing some food in Dotonburi and getting the second-best melon pan ice cream in the world. Not a bad two days in Osaka. The next day I parted ways with L at Osaka station since she had to go back to Tokyo, but I decided to spend an extra day in the region and go to Kyoto to meet up with my Japanese friend who was studying there and agreed to host me for a night and show me around Arashiyama and the monkey park. I love Kyoto, I love Osaka too but I especially adore the aesthetic of the Arashiyama area and on a not too busy day. It really feels like you’ve been transported to ancient Japan. Also, yatsuhashi, the mochi-like sweet of the area, are delicious. It was great catching up with my friend and even better having a semi-quiet day in such a popular tourist area.

The next day, I said goodbye to my friend and made my way to Osaka International airport, unfortunately for me though and as was the trend with big trips like this, I messed up. I fell asleep on the train to the airport and missed my stop. I woke up like half an hour later, all groggy and panicked and jumped off the train at a pretty deserted stop that seemed to be going under renovation. I remember running up to the nearest worker and just not being able to really say words. All I could muster was the world airport in Japanese and from my panicked expression, it seemed the station worker knew exactly what I wanted and pointed me in the right direction. You can rest assured that I did manage to make it to my plane on time, I did realize when I got to the airport I had actually forgotten my passport in Nagasaki and I was facepalming so hard at that point but fortunately for me, residents in Japan with a resident card don’t need a passport to fly within the country so mini heart attack aside, I was able to safely make my way back to Nagasaki.

It was business as usual again when I got back to Nagasaki for the next couple of weeks until the storm hit. I was hanging out late at the university as I was on most days that month since I was practicing for the Nagasaki dance festival, being that I was in the team to represent our school.  The next thing I knew it became dark and started to rain. I tried to ride my bike back home as fast as I could and put my already finicky cellphone into my pants pocket without thinking but the storm was so strong and was raining so hard it felt like the ocean was coming out of the sky. By the time I got back home, about 40 minutes later, I was soaked through. It was a hot day as well so obviously, I had the window in my room open but when I got back my futon and blankets were drenched and there was just a huge puddle. I cleaned everything up and then got out my phone only to see that that too, was completely soaked through and would no longer turn on. I was freaking out. I had never gotten my phone wet until then and I didn’t know what to do. I was also mainly worried about how I’d be able to reply to the bf since him and I were sending messages to each other every day.

The next day, I searched up all sorts of ways to get my phone to work and obviously there was the rice thing but I didn’t want to use my homestay family’s rice for that so I saw that some people put their phone in the freezer and that helped fix it so I tried that but no dice. In my panic and frustration thinking that I would no longer have a phone for the rest of my time in Japan, I bought a new phone on eBay for about $50. The day after that though I did see some really cheap rice on sale at the market and decided to give that a try as well and what do you know? My phone worked after a day of being submerged in the rice. So I certainly felt dumb for buying a new phone but at least I had a backup.

Boy Drama Part Two:

By the start of June and through the first week, Y and I were meeting up pretty much every night and we were clearly into each other. I would either head on over to Starbucks and wait for his shift to end or he would meet up with me when I was done working at my part-time job at the English school. There wasn’t a day that he wouldn’t instigate a conversation with me on the LINE app. This is why I found it particularly strange when one day he was completely silent and didn’t message me at all. I tried to think nothing of it and just figured he was busy but it did feel weird for him to not even send me a good morning message. The next day, however, he apologised profusely for not saying anything and summed it up to just having had a fever which I thought was totally understandable. To make it up to me he even suggested taking me for a drive somewhere. He picked me up in the evening when I was already home and studying and drove me to this high up park that had the most spectacular viewpoint of the starry sky. I’m still not quite sure where it was since I never went back and he never told me. It was again all so romantic and was in line with his usual bravado of whisking me off my feet.

Things were as usual for the next couple of days until the day I went to Osaka with L. Again, he went radio silent. Not a peep and this lasted for the whole 4ish days that I was in Osaka and Kyoto. I had no idea what was going on but I was trying to play it cool and not ask him what was up because I’m sure he was busy---was what I thought. A couple of days after returning to Nagasaki though, I thought enough was enough and it was time that I stop this silly game that he seemed to be playing so I messaged him and asked if he had work that day and said that I would stop by. He responded and said he’d wait for me.

This is where it takes a turn. I went to Starbucks after finishing my classes at university with my friend LY and we sat there and chatted for a while and then when she left, I was approached by someone else for a chat before I finally got to studying. Y and I hadn’t made any plans to walk home together or anything but I just assumed we would so I stayed there until close. The whole time that I was there though I could tell that he would look over in my direction but he never acknowledged me or came to say hello. I, again, just summed it up to him being busy. At around 8:30/9 I decided to just pack up and leave since he didn’t seem to want to talk but then I got a message from him that said if I wait outside then he’ll meet me and we can walk home together so I did just that. A couple of minutes later I was approached by a girl who seemed to be just a few years younger than me. She asked me if I was waiting for Y and I said I was. She then said that she would like me to stop--”やめてほしい” (yametehoshii or I want you to stop) a phrase she used repeatedly for the next several minutes. She said that she was his girlfriend and that they had been dating for the past three years and I said no, there’s no way because he told me he was single (which was true, we had confirmed with each other that we were both single when we first began chatting, no way was I going to chase after a guy in a relationship). She then clicked her tongue and began verbally attacking me. She said she knows I like him and that she had read all of our messages to each other and she wants me to stop talking to him, being friends with him, coming to Starbucks to study and to delete his LINE ID. I was of course in a lot of shock because this just didn’t seem real, had I entered some kind of soap opera reality without realising it? I’d never been in this type of situation before. I told her that I didn’t like him (lie), that I wasn’t going to stop talking to him and that this is all just crazy. She wouldn’t have it. She began interrogating me and wanted to know everything about me down to my address and university. I didn’t tell her. I told her that I didn’t want any trouble and that I just wanted to go home and have some dinner (I had been fasting). She snapped at me and called me a liar because she knew I was planning to have dinner with Y (first of all we had never actually eaten together and, no, I was not planning to have dinner with him). This was all happening while he was still in the shop, working and watching everything unfold. She began to get a couple of calls. When she finally answered I could tell that he was calling her and was actually asking her to leave but she wouldn’t have it. I told her that I didn’t care anymore and I just wanted to go home and she refused and said that we were going to wait for him together. There were a few moments of silence before she finally bent close to me and whispered that I should really give up on him because she was carrying his child…...this little 19-year-old girl was really trying to pull this soap opera type crap on me...obviously I didn’t believe her and immediately blurted out “うそつき!” (usotsuki! liar!). After what seemed like hours, Y finally came out of the store and said nothing more than “ああ、疲れた” (aa, tsukareta/ahh, I’m tired). I was so uncomfortable. What do you even do in this situation? Finally, all I could think of to say was “じゃあ ���る” (jaa, kaeru/ ok, I’m going home). A very anticlimactic end, I know but I was dumbfounded as to what to do next. They clearly didn’t mind because as soon as I said that they turned in one direction and I turned in the other. 

I was a mixture of both laughing and crying on my bike ride back home. Guess I was truly in shock. What even just happened, right? When I got back, I quickly sent him a message asking for an explanation but nothing. A few days later was when my phone drowned in my pocket. Que where it all went downhill with the crazy receptionist, M, from my part-time job. I won’t go too much into detail about her because honestly, she’s irrelevant. She was a foreigner obsessed Japanese woman who was in her late twenties (?) and was also a pathological liar. Did I mention she had crazy eyes? Anyway, she was also completely obsessed with my friend B, and even me for a while up until I borrowed her phone. The day after I damaged my phone, I was panicking for all sorts of reasons. I had thought up a temporary remedy to remaining in contact with the bf but LINE was the only way I was in contact with Y and I was worried that he had replied to me while my phone had been down. I asked to borrow M’s phone to sign into my LINE on her phone, well she also partially offered. We both hadn’t realized that if you sign out of your LINE account on your phone to sign into another one then you completely lose your own account with all of your contacts which is what happened to her. Oh boy, her being upset was an understatement. It was an honest mistake and I apologized numerous times but I had wronged her and she never forgave me and hardly spoke to me again after that. It’s cool though. Oh, and Y never did reply to me. I never heard from him again.