28 September 2012
Any ideas for a title as I simply can not think of one! .............. .................. ..............
I felt springy and light as I stepped from the house into the weak Saturday sun. Anya wasn't due for a few more minutes so I set off in the direction of her arrival, it felt so good to just be walking. I sent my thoughts into my legs and strode then out, enjoying the heat from my body as it met the cool air. In fact, I was so enthralled by the basic happiness of walking that I practically bumped into Anya walking to me. "Woah! What has got into you?" Her voice was mocking but her eyes were kind and smiley. Realising I was slightly out of breath, I paused and shifted my bag across my body. "Nothing. I am just glad to be out of there." I replied echoing Anya's smile. And as we linked arms and headed for town, I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief maybe things could go back to normal.
Anya could be probing at the best of times, though not about Ben. She knew better about that. So I beat her to it. "So... The Nate thing? I need details, serious details. Like how, when, where? I have been surviving on next to no gossip. Just spare the gore until after MacDonald's!" "What gore?" Anya exclaimed in mock shock, grasping her chest like a Victorian diva. "Any snogging, bases covered or the like!" "Yeah, like you don't want to know. All I will say for now is he is mint in more ways than I imagined." " OMG! You have got it bad!" I laughed. And that laughter felt so very good.
Our town centre is less than inspiring, very concrete, very 80's and not in a good retro way. But I couldn't care less about where we were, I just wanted to be back firmly in normality. "Do you mind if we pop into HMV?" Anya asked sheepishly. "Is it still open? I thought everyone downloaded stuff or at least used Amazon. What do you need?" Anya blushed underneath her expertly applied bronzer. "I just need a quick look. It's for a present." "Oh." She really was in love with Nate. A sudden sweep of loss brushed me. I brushed it back into a corner of my mind. "No worries." I crooked my arm threw her's again. He'd have a jolly good fight on his hands, she was mine first and I needed her much more than him. Inside was much busier than imagined, the perpetual sales must help, I thought as we squeezed our way through to DVDs and on to the tills. Do you ever have that feeling that turns any stomach contents immediately to bile? I did. Struggling to maintain appearances I gripped the black counter and looked firmly at the Top Trumps and band key rings on sale by the tills. Please. Please. I feverishly whispered inwardly. The black finger nails reached for the money. His voice melodic and memorable chatted to Anya. I forced my gaze to his. Willing recognition. None came. And so in desperation I leant forward and grabbed a slim wrist, the one wrapped in festival bands. Eyes lit up. Strength sparked between. Static like. Separation quickly ensued. Two faces stared at me, one full of concern, one full of angry confusion. "What the fuck?" Tobi asked pulling away. "Do I need to call security. Girls?" Speechless, Anya spoke for us. "No, I'm really sorry. She's, she's not been well." Walking deftly Anya dragged me from the shop. I however locked my eyes on Tobi, who was rubbing the place our skin met. Eyes full of distaste.
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