Who: Griffith Lloyd (narrative) When: Sunday morning. Where: His room. What: He finds out who Weston is and connects the dots.
Up early once again, Griffith flipped restlessly through the novel he was reading. Usually he would have enjoyed reading something from Tim Winton, but today he found himself reading the same sentence over and over again. Frankly, Griffith had been distracted since dinner last night. Part of him was worried about Jeremy and the other part just couldn't let go of the name the other boy had mentioned. Weston. Who was Weston? He had a sinking feeling that he should know....only Griffith didn't know a whole lot of people. He closed the book and rolled on his back to stare up at the ceiling. Weston. Weston. Weston. It was a bad thing that Griffith had a mind that refused to let go of the little details. It was probably going to haunt him until he got answers.
Griffith sat up in bed and then slipped out altogether. He was careful not to make a lot of noise, seeing that Arthur was still asleep. He didn't have a whole plate of bacon with him to distract Arthur from giving him a wedgie. Padding across the room, Griffith slid his desk drawer opened and pulled out one of his notebooks. Coming to Zener had done a lot for his abilities and his control over them. He still had visions but they didn't come as frequently as they used to. As a sign of confidence he had stopped carrying out large notebooks. Now he carried a pocket sized one and it hadn't even been written in yet.
Flipping to a random page, Griffith sat down at his desk and began to read. This Weston person surely didn't go to Zener so the next best bet was that Griffith had written about him or someone close to that name. It was a long shot but he had to try or keep obsessing. As it turned out..it wasn't such a long shot after all.
Funnily enough, Griffith narrowly missed seeing the name as he skimmed through his various writings. As it turned out Weston was not a main character but a rather minor one in a story about Jeremy the Porn Boy. Griffith had taken to calling him that in his head, seeing that the bulk of the things he would write about when it came to Jeremy was sex sex and more sex. So...Weston was a director and Jeremy had gotten into an argument with him over a film project and...
Griffith stared. The world seemed to tilt a little as the pieces fell into place. Jeremy was from California. Jeremy liked to skate. Jeremy's family was rather poor and Griffith was sure that he was raised by a single mother. He had convinced himself that such things had been a coincidence when he had first met Jeremy but...what if he had been writing about the boy all along? His first reaction was to be instantly apologetic. This was intrusive wasn't it? He had been looking at Jeremy's life without the other's knowledge. The best thing to do was to come clean and surrender all the stories he had written about Jeremy over the years to the other boy.
But...he couldn't help feeling a little curious. Maybe he could use some of this inside information to be a better friend? Jeremy was always helping him out...it was the least he could do right? Pulling out a sheet of paper, Griffith started to write home. He didn't have all his notebooks with him but he wanted them now. He could study the subject of Jeremy McKay. The thought made him happy.