Ding, dong.
‘That’ll be our
pizza,’ I said, heading towards the door. When I opened it, the smell of
freshly cooked pizza greeted my nose. The delivery person, who was wearing full
biker’s outfit with his visor up so that I was able to see his face, telling me
that he looked around my age, handed me the two pizzas and two bottles of 1
litre coke.
‘That’ll be
fifteen pounds exactly, please,’ he said friendly voice. I handed him the money
plus a 20% tip and we parted ways, both happy with that delivery. I shut the
door and headed straight into the living room where Amy was searching through
the many films that I had on the shelf. She was looking in the middle so she
was almost bent double with her head to one side, reading the titles. When she
reached the end and moved downwards, she went from standing up to crouching
‘You have so many
great films,’ she said, getting back onto her feet, ‘that I have no idea what
to watch.’
‘I know what you
mean,’ I said with experience. ‘You fancy watching one film, but then another
one catches your eye and you can’t decide between the two.’ I opened both boxes
of pizza – Amy had the Pepperoni and I had the meat feast – and both bottles of
coke. We decided to have two bottles so that way we don’t have to worry about
taking more from the other, we will be able to have the same amount of coke.
‘Well on this
occasion, every other film catches my eye and I can’t decide between any of
them.’ The smell of the pizzas greeted her nose and she smiled. ‘I’m glad that
pizzas are easier to pick out.’
‘I quite agree,’
I said, handing her the pepperoni and she gratefully accepted it before sitting
down on the sofa. ‘How about you pick,’ she said.
‘You sure?’
‘I wouldn’t have
asked if I wasn’t,’ she said.
‘Fair enough,’ I
said. After a couple of minutes of looking, I came to the same conclusion as
Amy did. Although Amy said that she thought that my film collection was really
good so I didn’t have to worry about what film to pick for I know she would
like to sit and watch it all the way through and enjoy it, but I still had that
thought at the back of my mind that kept telling me that I had to pick the one
film that she wanted to see above all, and that was practically impossible to know.
I know she likes the genre Science Fiction, but I have loads of films about
that and so I’m back to square one again.
‘I’ve got nothing
either,’ I said, standing up straight.
‘OK,’ she said,
‘I’ve got an idea.’ She took the bottle cap off her bottle of coke and said,
‘I’m going to throw this at the films and whatever this hits, then we will
watch.’
‘I can’t argue
with that reasoning,’ I said, making sure to stand to one side waiting for Amy
to take the shot. She threw the cap with enough force to fly the distance
between the couch and the shelf and it hit one of the films with a little click
before clattering to the floor.
‘Houston, we have
a problem,’ I said.
‘I didn’t see
that film on there,’ Amy said curiously.
‘No, I mean it
hit in the middle of two films,’ I said.
‘Ah,’ Amy said,
knowing that we have the tough decision once again of deciding between the two.
At least it is between only two and not an entire shelf this time. I took both
films off the shelf and put them behind my back. I spent a couple of seconds
swapping each film between my hands so that I would forget which one was in
which hand and asked Amy to pick an arm.
‘Left,’ she pointed.
‘And our survey
says,’ I revealed the film in my left hand, ‘Inception.’
‘Now that’s what
I’m talking about,’ Amy said half pleased with the final verdict and half
relieved that we’ve finally picked a film before our pizzas get cold and our
coke got flat. Before putting in the film I made sure to give Amy back her
bottle cap, which she promptly screwed back on the bottle. I turned on the TV
and the DVD player and opened the disk tray where I placed the disk in and
pushed the tray back in. I then sat down next to Amy, lifted the pizza onto my
lap whilst the film was loading up.
‘Ready?’ I asked.
‘Hold on,’ she
said, taking a big bite out of her pizza. ‘Now I am.’ I pressed play on the
remote control and the film started.
If, this morning,
my future-self came up to me and told me that I was going to spend the day with
Amy, I would have told him that he obviously came from a Parallel Universe
where that possibility occurred, but would never happen in this reality. Yet,
here I am, sitting on the couch, with Amy by my side, eating pizza, drinking
Coke and watching a film after spending the day together followed by opening up
to each other by talking for hours. I spend four years, being incredibly
nervous about the thought of even going up to Amy and saying ‘hi’, and little
did I know that Amy was going through the same dilemma, and that is why I
believe we were able to talk to each other so easily today, for we had the same
feelings towards each other.
This night felt so surreal. A
small part of me believed that I was back in that Parallel Universe, but I
quickly pushed that thought to the far reaches of my mind where it faded away
completely. I know that I am in my actual home, and that made tonight feel that
little bit more special.
It’s amazing just
how quickly your life can change. In just a couple of days, I acquired this
amazing watch that allowed me to do whatever I want, allowing me to save a version
of this world with actual superpowers, and managing to talk to Amy and have a
good time without making myself look like such a fool that she would tell the
entire school of my stupidity resulting in my leaving and never returning.
Sometimes, I really do have an
overactive imagination.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Thanks for reading
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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