curious -part 2
Yep still ill, and very bored. So going to carry on with this random story and going to carry on posting it here because I really have nowhere else to put it.
Please R&R.
Curious -Part 2
Carla paused midway through shoving a burger that claimed to be 100% beef into her mouth. “Tom Mason? Nah never heard of him.”
Alice couldn’t help but feel relieved. ‘Heard of’ to Carla in reference to a boy, usually meant ‘snogged at least once’ and the idea of Carla kissing Tom down some back alley made her feel faintly sick.
“So was he cute?”
Alice swallowed her mouthful of chips before answering. “He wasn’t really your type.”
Carla snorted. “Alright, calm down. Wasn’t going to steal him off you. Besides, I got Paul remember. He’s way too cute to pass up for some guy that you have a crush on.”
Alice put another handful of chips in her mouth as she tried to remember if Paul was the short guy with blond hair, or the tall one with the leather jacket.
“You know,” said Carla chewing thoughtfully, “if it matters so much to you, we could always look him up in the phonebook.”
***
Carla said that her parents didn’t own a phonebook. It didn’t matter much really. They wouldn’t have gone to Carla’s if her parents owned a phonebook or not. They never went to Carla’s. Instead they went over to Alice’s house.
Alice’s mum didn’t approve of Carla, so Alice left the other girl climbing up the trellis that hung off the back wall, ending under her bedroom window. Alice herself went the more conventional way of the front door. Her mum was sitting by the phone talking animatedly to whoever was on the other end. She waved at Alice distractedly. Alice smiled at her and then went to retrieve the phonebook from the draw in a table where they kept it.
“What do you need that for?” asked her mum, hand pressed over the bottom end of the phone, as she spotted Alice passing her with the heavy, yellow book in her hands.
“Just need to look something up mum,” Alice answered, beating a hasty retreat up the stairs.
“What are you looking up?” Her mum asked suspiciously.
“Nothing. Just a friend’s number.” Alice replied, running into her bedroom and shutting the door before her mother could ask any more questions.
***
They had checked all the Thomas Masons in the book, and then all the Masons. Not one of them was right.
“This sucks.” said Carla suddenly collapsing dramatically on Alice’s bed. Alice sighed and sat down next to her.
“Maybe I misheard his name,” she suggested half-heartedly.
“Or maybe he’s just a figment of your desperate imagination,” said Carla. “Haven’t been snogged for a while, your starting to hallucinate about-”
Alice threw her pillow at her. A giggly fight ensued and soon they were both lying on the floor, laughing hysterically.
“What’s going on up there?” Called Alice’s mum from the room below. Alice stopped laughing.
“Crap. You’d probably better go before she comes up here and throws a fit.” Said Alice, looking at Carla apologetically.
Carla rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. Going.” she said moving toward the window.
“See you tomorrow.” Said Alice.
Carla nodded already halfway out. She hoisted herself over the edge leaving Alice on her own.
***
“Earth to Alice.”
“Wha’?”
“You’ve been on mars all day. Still obsessing about your imaginary boyfriend?”
Alice straightened. “He wasn’t imaginary!” She paused sucking on the end of her pen thoughtfully. “And he isn’t my boyfriend.”
Carla raised one over plucked eyebrow at Alice’s workbook which she’d spent the last half hour drawing little hearts all over in biro. “Uh huh?”
Alice sighed. “I just wish he’d given me his phone number or something.”
Carla shook her head. “God you’re sad. Tell you what, I heard from Janine that there’s a party at Andy Robinson’s tonight. Why don’t we go along.”
Alice frowned. “Who’s Andy Robinson?”
“Some guy in the sixth form I think.” Said Carla with a shrug. “Give me an hour. I’ll have you so smashed you won’t even remember who Tom what’s-his-name-”
“-Mason.” Alice corrected.
“yeah whatever. We’ll get you smashed and then we’ll hook you up with a guy who won’t do a disappearing act the moment you turn your back.”
Alice shook her head and laughed. “Alright I give in. What time’s this party?”
“Dunno, forgot to ask. Just meet me ‘round the corner from yours at half nine. We‘ll walk up, it‘s bound to have started by the time we get there.”
Alice nodded. “Right. Half nine.”
Please R&R.
Curious -Part 2
Carla paused midway through shoving a burger that claimed to be 100% beef into her mouth. “Tom Mason? Nah never heard of him.”
Alice couldn’t help but feel relieved. ‘Heard of’ to Carla in reference to a boy, usually meant ‘snogged at least once’ and the idea of Carla kissing Tom down some back alley made her feel faintly sick.
“So was he cute?”
Alice swallowed her mouthful of chips before answering. “He wasn’t really your type.”
Carla snorted. “Alright, calm down. Wasn’t going to steal him off you. Besides, I got Paul remember. He’s way too cute to pass up for some guy that you have a crush on.”
Alice put another handful of chips in her mouth as she tried to remember if Paul was the short guy with blond hair, or the tall one with the leather jacket.
“You know,” said Carla chewing thoughtfully, “if it matters so much to you, we could always look him up in the phonebook.”
***
Carla said that her parents didn’t own a phonebook. It didn’t matter much really. They wouldn’t have gone to Carla’s if her parents owned a phonebook or not. They never went to Carla’s. Instead they went over to Alice’s house.
Alice’s mum didn’t approve of Carla, so Alice left the other girl climbing up the trellis that hung off the back wall, ending under her bedroom window. Alice herself went the more conventional way of the front door. Her mum was sitting by the phone talking animatedly to whoever was on the other end. She waved at Alice distractedly. Alice smiled at her and then went to retrieve the phonebook from the draw in a table where they kept it.
“What do you need that for?” asked her mum, hand pressed over the bottom end of the phone, as she spotted Alice passing her with the heavy, yellow book in her hands.
“Just need to look something up mum,” Alice answered, beating a hasty retreat up the stairs.
“What are you looking up?” Her mum asked suspiciously.
“Nothing. Just a friend’s number.” Alice replied, running into her bedroom and shutting the door before her mother could ask any more questions.
***
They had checked all the Thomas Masons in the book, and then all the Masons. Not one of them was right.
“This sucks.” said Carla suddenly collapsing dramatically on Alice’s bed. Alice sighed and sat down next to her.
“Maybe I misheard his name,” she suggested half-heartedly.
“Or maybe he’s just a figment of your desperate imagination,” said Carla. “Haven’t been snogged for a while, your starting to hallucinate about-”
Alice threw her pillow at her. A giggly fight ensued and soon they were both lying on the floor, laughing hysterically.
“What’s going on up there?” Called Alice’s mum from the room below. Alice stopped laughing.
“Crap. You’d probably better go before she comes up here and throws a fit.” Said Alice, looking at Carla apologetically.
Carla rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. Going.” she said moving toward the window.
“See you tomorrow.” Said Alice.
Carla nodded already halfway out. She hoisted herself over the edge leaving Alice on her own.
***
“Earth to Alice.”
“Wha’?”
“You’ve been on mars all day. Still obsessing about your imaginary boyfriend?”
Alice straightened. “He wasn’t imaginary!” She paused sucking on the end of her pen thoughtfully. “And he isn’t my boyfriend.”
Carla raised one over plucked eyebrow at Alice’s workbook which she’d spent the last half hour drawing little hearts all over in biro. “Uh huh?”
Alice sighed. “I just wish he’d given me his phone number or something.”
Carla shook her head. “God you’re sad. Tell you what, I heard from Janine that there’s a party at Andy Robinson’s tonight. Why don’t we go along.”
Alice frowned. “Who’s Andy Robinson?”
“Some guy in the sixth form I think.” Said Carla with a shrug. “Give me an hour. I’ll have you so smashed you won’t even remember who Tom what’s-his-name-”
“-Mason.” Alice corrected.
“yeah whatever. We’ll get you smashed and then we’ll hook you up with a guy who won’t do a disappearing act the moment you turn your back.”
Alice shook her head and laughed. “Alright I give in. What time’s this party?”
“Dunno, forgot to ask. Just meet me ‘round the corner from yours at half nine. We‘ll walk up, it‘s bound to have started by the time we get there.”
Alice nodded. “Right. Half nine.”