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| English Slacker chapter fifty-six | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||||||
| 26 September 2008 | ||||||||||
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We went through another gate and then we were in her garden and there were dustbins and a barbecue and a trampoline and a big tree with a swing and a pond that I could just about make out – there were big stones around it and to be honest I only guessed it was a pond (but I was right). The back door, which was just past the dustbins, was open and we crept through into the kitchen, me still trying not to make any noise. The place looked pretty nice. Smelt sort of like a garden centre: Wooded stuff, dried flowers and that on the windowsill… old fashioned plates. Yeah, I dunno, it just had this certain feel to it which was like it was new and old at the same time. Cool though. And yeah, bit messy but I could tell her parents were probably rich. Actually I remember the first thing that I properly registered fully was the big wooden kitchen table, which was huge and well nice, with what looked like part of a model aeroplane on and a newspaper was spread out under it. And I asked Holly if she had any brothers or sisters and she said that she had, “An older brother at university,” and then she was following my gaze to the table and was like, “Oh, what you mean that?” and I said, “Yeah is it yours?” and she laughed and replied, “Yeah my dad’s a bit strange,” and laughed again. We walked through to the front room that had a huge TV and separates – I noticed a Mary Hefner LP propped up against a cabinet next to the separates and was gonna ask if I could try it out but then thought I’d better not. Holly asked me to, “Wait here for a minute,” and then disappeared through another door the other side of the room so I sat down in one of the armchairs and looked around, thinking about how it was actually pretty cool how we hadn’t all gone in to Firkinton after all and how I’d never expected to be sitting somewhere like this at half-two in the morning, and how we would’ve been getting a taxi back by then, or getting a lift with Ambra. Then I started thinking how if the whole time I was meant to end up there in Holly’s house and maybe that was why we’d missed the train at the start of the night (yeah, maybe a bit philosophical, but Colin would’ve understood this). The front room was pretty nice as far as front rooms go: Lots of stuff to look at. Weird ornaments, random pictures on the wall, a bookshelf full of videos behind the TV, a cabinet that I guessed contained more LPs. I really wanted to look around a bit closer actually, like poke about a bit, but I also kinda wanted to be coolly sitting in the armchair when Holly came back in so I just sat there, after a while wondering if I should move over to the sofa so when she came back in she could sit next to me; although then I was worried that it might look a bit weird. Finally Holly came back. She’d taken her coat off and her hair was down and I think it was then that I noticed for the first time how sexy she was; or maybe it was that I realised all of a sudden what we were probably about to do and it was like, “Fucking hell,” and, “Game on.” She said, “My parents are asleep but we still have to be quiet.” And then she sat down on top of me and we started kissing again.
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