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| English Slacker chapter fifty-four | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 19 September 2008 | ||||
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When I came round Holly had my head in her lap and she was asking me if I was all right and what had happened. That was when the visions were in my mind, it was at this moment. I stared at them, like the two images for a while (they were kinda swirling into focus, first one then the other then the other again) before remembering Holly and then turning to look at her and I said, “Sorry, what?” even though I knew pretty much what she’d just asked me. And she said again, “Are you okay?” and, “What happened?” I was lying on the concrete path and 85s behind us was giving off enough light for me to see everything pretty clearly (but in a dim colour). There were a few people around still but not many, and it was a bit windy and the trees were making a slight hushing sound. It was all quite peaceful to be honest, which was actually making me feel really sober; completely. I looked again at Holly and her hat was off and hair was all around her face, fallen forward and that, her eyes big and staring through at me, looking sort of half worried half drunk. I suddenly remembered the big guy hitting me then and I said, “Who was that?” and she said, “Who?” and I said, “Your fucking boyfriend, your fucking dad, how the hell am I supposed to know?” (Although I wasn’t that angry I sort of shouted anyway ‘cause my head was hurting and I felt disorientated I guess) and I remember she was looking at me all confused and that. At that point one of her friends walked by us out of nowhere and started laughing, calling Holly a, “Slag.” Then some others were there too, people I didn’t know, but they all kinda went past and didn’t stop. Holly ignored them and started putting her fingers through my hair and smiled at me, like in a reassuring way as though I shouldn’t worry about whatever it was that I was worrying about. She then said, “Have you got a girlfriend?” but I didn’t answer her, I dunno why; I guess I was still confused about why the hell I’d just been hit over the head – but she really was looking as though she had no idea why I’d fallen over. I started looking for my tobacco and when I found it I began rolling up a cigarette, still lying there. Holly then said, “Because every time I seem to meet somebody I like I end up being chased off by his girlfriend.” Then she said, almost to herself, “Girls don’t really like me,” and started laughing. I sat up and lit my cigarette and looked at her, and although she was laughing, something about her expression told me that she still seemed to be waiting for my answer. I remember her eyes seemed to say that she really did care whether I had a girlfriend or not and I wondered if she really liked me, and like, why? So anyway, I figured that I wouldn’t make any dumb jokes and there was no point in being angry and simply said, “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Holly stared at me and said, “Why not?” and I felt like saying, “Yeah it’s as simple as that isn’t it? Like all I’ve gotta do is walk up to some girl and say, “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” and that’s it, never mind all the rules, all the ways to behave, things you’ve gotta say, things you shouldn’t say…” But I just smiled and said, “I dunno.”
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