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| English Slacker chapter twelve | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||
| 26 May 2008 | ||||||
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So we headed up the park and now I felt more like talking. And yeah we did chat quite a bit on the way up there, this time the conversation being a lot easier to handle: Just bullshit stuff I think; although I do remember I asked Charlotte if she had anyone she was interested in and she looked at me, kinda scowling and said, “As if you don’t know,” but then laughed. And I straight away knew she meant Graz, realising all of a sudden why she’d probably been so keen to get away from Duncan’s flat – I wondered who exactly had invited her there in the first place and if it’d been Graz. Duncan didn’t really invite people over, they just showed up. So anyway, there we were cutting into the park through the alleyway behind Hammond Street, drinking vodka along the way and talking about how shit Bracksea was. When we got out into the open we saw that there were some townie kids there, a bit younger than us, pissing about on the swings so we went and sat on the roundabout. I rolled a cigarette and had a bit more vodka and Charlotte opened up one of the bottles of hooch. It was only a short time before the townies started calling over to us saying, “Are you gonna shag her mate!” and stuff like that. Charlotte was cool though. Somehow I felt safe with her even though I didn’t know her that well. I knew she could outdo anyone in the whole taking-the-piss game ‘cause I’d seen her in action enough times. I remember once some Skipton lads were trying it on with her and she obviously wasn’t in the mood and told them to, “Piss off,” and one of them made the mistake of saying she was a, “Fat bitch anyway,” and it was like, man you’re so gonna regret that, and by the time Charlotte had finished with him he was almost crying. I got pissed quite quickly actually, probably ‘cause I hadn’t eaten. I can’t remember that much about our conversation but I know it was basically aimed towards how funny it was to be young or how cool it was gonna be when we got older, or maybe how shit it was gonna be: Whatever it was it was well funny. After a bit I lay back on the roundabout and didn’t feel the need to talk any more. I remember imagining if Orion wasn’t a hunter with a bow and arrow at all but was like a stoner with a big fat joint. It was kinda funny and I started laughing. Then out of nowhere Charlotte leaned over and started to kiss me. Her hair was in my face and her cleavage was so big and I remember thinking about how good it’d be to get her tits out but for some reason I rolled over and grabbed one of the bottles of hooch and started opening the top of it with my teeth; like trying to act cool as if nothing had happened. Charlotte didn’t do anything, she just watched me. Then, I dunno, for some reason I started thinking about Colin again and my head started spinning. I looked towards Charlotte and her face was all a blur and she was mouthing some words to me but I couldn’t hear and then everything went black.
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