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| English Slacker chapter eleven | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 25 May 2008 | ||||
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It was well cold once we’d got outside. Charlotte had a coat – one of those long duffle coats which are really warm, although she seemed to be wearing it more for style than anything else and she didn’t do it up – but I had fuck all to keep me from freezing. I did think about going back in to see if I could borrow something from Duncan but then thought “Fuck it,” and instead I blagged one of Charlotte’s menthols to keep me going. I let her do the talking at the start. She made some comments about the weather and then asked me if I knew what I wanted to do once the summer was over and I said that I didn’t really know or care. Then she asked me if there were any girls I was interested in, which I knew she would ‘cause people were always asking me that so I kept my answer short and said, “Do you know any?” which I thought was quite a cool response but she didn’t laugh or say anything. We were almost in town when she asked me about Colin, saying, “Did you know he had a problem?” or something like this and, yeah, at the time I wondered if she was talking about the incident by the pool tables in The Temple, which kinda took me by surprise to be honest and I didn’t really know what to say; and I wasn’t completely sure what the hell she was talking about actually. I said, “What do you mean?” which I regretted immediately ‘cause as she looked back at me all sympathetically I kinda felt a bit sick all of a sudden. – It was, I dunno, like when you’re well stoned and get home and see your mum it’s okay until sometimes she starts looking at you funny and then you feel a bit sick so you say you’re a little drunk and go up to your room and you feel better once you’re up there and that’s what I felt like. Like, I wanted to not have her staring at me, analysing my expression and that. I remember trying to think of what I could use to get out of this sudden interrogation but all I ended up saying again was, “I dunno, what you mean?” She was like, “Do you think he’s happy?” And I said, “Who is?” And then she was asking me what he was doing that night or something and when I said that I didn’t know she said, “How come? You guys were always together,” but I didn’t answer her. When we got to the off license though, everything was all right again. I’d had another cigarette and Charlotte had changed the subject and talked for ages about her new job at the bank and didn’t seem to have noticed the fact that I’d been pissed off with her before. The sight of all the alcohol had made me forget about all of that shit too as I wandered round the place trying to decide what to buy. I started on all the wines, looking to see if I could find the cheapest and then went back to Charlotte and asked her what she thought about wine and whether she liked it. Then before she could answer I changed my mind and went over to the beers and tried to work out what was the best offer, staring at them for ages until I finally realised I’d been staring for a bit too long and turned around to see what Charlotte was looking at, but she was just looking at me. She said, “Shall we just get some vodka and a couple of bottles of hooch?” so we did. And at the counter I got some malteasers too, but that was all ‘cause I didn’t wanna go over the top ‘cause of Charlotte being there (even though I was suddenly feeling pretty hungry). Once we got outside with all the stuff in the bag I must admit I felt a bit disappointed to be going back to Duncan’s, and like started thinking how it might be cool to open up the vodka and take a walk or maybe take a walk and find somewhere and then drink the vodka. And yeah, before I had the chance to share my idea Charlotte turned to me and came out with, “Shall we head up the park? Drink some of the vodka first?” and I said, “Cool.” Then, still looking at me she said, “That film was so boring,” and I laughed and said, “It’s okay, but I know what you mean,” telling her that I was expecting the night to be a bit more like a party, and she replied, “Me too!” all enthusiastically. And then we were laughing at the same time.
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