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| English Slacker chapter sixty-one | |
| By chrismorton | ||
| 14 October 2008 | ||
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This is the first chapter from section VIII There’d been plenty of time for thinking as I’d spent the last two days in bed: Plenty of time to think about Colin stuff… plenty of time to think about Holly. Yeah, Holly… the thing was, when I’d left that morning I’d forgotten to get her phone number. It’d been such a rush, like we’d woken up at the same time and she’d gone downstairs and come back up a few minutes later saying her parents had, “Left for work hours ago,” but that her grandma was, “Due round any minute,” and the way she said it I was imagining this scary old lady hitting me with an umbrella or something so I’d like downed the tea she’d handed me and next thing she was ushering me out the door and actually it was only at the last minute that I remembered to kiss her goodbye. And yeah, walking along her road and all the way home I was feeling quite pleased with myself about how it’d all gone and that, until later that night I was wondering whether it’d be a good idea to phone her or wait a couple of days and when I finally decided, “Fuck it,” and that I’d give her a call I realised that I didn’t actually have her number and it wasn’t even that I’d lost it or anything: I’d failed to get it in the first place. So this had all started me thinking about whether she really wanted to see me again at all or if she’d like planned it to turn out the way it did, and, well finally all these thoughts basically led to me deciding to not let it get to me; which had taken a couple of days to properly accept. But by now I’d decided that if it was gonna happen it was gonna happen and if it wasn’t then at least the night (which I’d replayed in my head pretty much a hundred times by then) had been good. So, it was a Tuesday and my third day of doing practically nothing and my mum had been going on for long enough for me to reckon that it was worth heading down the corner shop to get the job section supplement. She’d managed to get a job already you see, and although it was only in Outlets, which was the shittest job I could possibly imagine doing, it’d given her all the ammunition she’d needed for her argument that it was, “About time you started sorting yourself out.” It was sunny again: Had been for the last couple of days. And there I was trying to sort myself out, making my way down the road, across the intersection, into the corner shop, buying tobacco, a box of matches (my lighter had gone missing the night I’d met Holly), an NME and The Daily Argus. I’d been pretty tired that morning and I remember it was kinda making me dizzy being out the house for the first time in ages. But it was nice, sun shining and that. As I came out the newsagents I thought about going down the beach to sit there actually. Just to stay outside and go through the job section in the sun. It was summer and I knew there’d be loads of people there, lazing around, listening to music and just generally chilling out. And I really was about to go down there too, maybe even have a look for Graz and that. But the thing was it was pretty hot and I reckoned that looking at the job pages in the full heat of the sun I wouldn’t be able to concentrate (even if I didn’t find Graz) and I was frightened I’d only end up falling asleep or something. I was pretty hungry as well, so yeah I headed back up my road with the intention of maybe going to the beach after some lunch and taking a drink and maybe a hat with me. My mum had shouted about, “Some chicken in the fridge,” before she’d left for work, which I’d had a look at earlier on but hadn’t been able to stomach ‘cause it’d been one of those shitty pre-cooked ones from Price-Savers. There’d been loads of oil and fat swishing around at the bottom and it’d been a bit too early to start eating it but now I was feeling… well my mouth was now sort of watering at the thought of it actually. I headed back towards my road, my hunger getting stronger as I started forming this picture in my mind of the people in the houses around me tucking into their lunches; imagining them to be feasting on all this amazing food and that: Although then I was remembering that everyone would probably be at work and most of the houses were most likely empty. Which I guess led me on to looking at my watch and realising how it was first lunch at Price-Savers and I thought about sitting there with Bradby and Neale, eating whatever they were serving this time; could’ve been anything. So yeah, anyway for some reason as I got to the junction I suddenly realised that I really didn’t wanna go back home. I mean I still wanted the chicken and that but seeing the bottom of my road come into view… I just couldn’t face being inside those walls again I guess. I mean, I’d spent the last three days trapped in that fucking place after all and the thought of going back in, I dunno, it just felt totally depressing all of a sudden. I looked over to High Lanes and half considered going there. Then thought better of it and decided to try Duncan’s instead. Strangely I had a feeling that he might be in.
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