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| English Slacker chapter fifty-seven | |
| By chrismorton | ||
| 03 October 2008 | ||
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After we’d kissed for a bit Holly asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I actually really didn’t know what to say to this. I wasn’t feeling particularly in the mood for a drink and had been kinda waiting for her to ask me to go upstairs or wherever. I must admit I’d been feeling a bit nervous while waiting for her in the front room by myself but now I was anything but. I said, “I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea,” which I instantly regretted ‘cause tea takes ages to make. She got up off me and disappeared into the kitchen and then I heard her filling up the kettle with water and then she was shouting, “How do you like your tea?” which sounded like a pretty funny thing to say and we both started laughing: And then remembering we were supposed to be being quiet our laughter kinda turned to suppressed laughter which was really hard to stop. So anyway, when she came back with two mugs of tea a few minutes later I expected her to sit back on the armchair with me but instead she sat on the sofa and asked if I fancied watching a video, which I really didn’t have any desire to do at all: I just wanted to go back to kissing again and hadn’t even wanted tea in the first place and it was nearly three o’clock in the morning and I hadn’t gone back to her place to watch a fucking video and like, what the hell? I said, “Okay,” and she laughed and said, “I’m sure you do,” but I didn’t laugh back ‘cause I wasn’t totally sure what she meant by that; like, was she intentionally being sarcastic? She went over to the shelf, coming out with, “What kind of films do you like?” and I said, “Anything’s okay as long as it’s good,” and she asked, kinda blankly, “What does good mean?” to which I replied, “I dunno.” I really wanted to piss then so I asked her where the loo was. If I was gonna have to sit down through a whole fucking film I figured I may as well go for a piss first and relax. All of a sudden I was starting to feel not only sober but pretty tired and a bit wound up. I wasn’t sure if Holly could tell what I was thinking but instead of taking me to the bathroom she just said, “It’s through that door on the left but be quiet and don’t flush it.” When I came back Holly was watching TV. I picked up my tea and sat down on the sofa, but not like close to her ‘cause I’d decided that I wasn’t gonna play any fucking mind games or whatever ‘cause I just couldn’t be arsed. I was too tired to be second guessing stuff and if it happened it happened but if it didn’t I wasn’t gonna get frustrated about it (yeah, I’d thought about all this while in the bog). She was flicking channels and although the TV was fucking cool, the actual television set that is, I couldn’t see anything interesting enough to tell her to stop on. I sort of wanted to check out MTV but before I could ask her she picked up this Friends video and said, “Do you like Friends?” I’m not sure if she could see the horror on my face or not but she started laughing again and said, “Just a couple of episodes,” in a whiny voice, which actually made me smile a bit, ‘cause it was cute, and I said, “Okay, if you promise to be a good girl,” and rubbed her hair. She smiled but didn’t say anything and I wondered for a minute if what I’d said had sounded a bit wrong, but then before I knew it she’d put the video in and pressed play on the remote and was cuddling up to me. And there I was, sucked into the world of Joey talking to Chandler about some bird he’d slept with who he didn’t wanna phone back and was saying about how if she called then he didn’t live there and all I could think about was: Lucky fucking Joey…
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