I made sure I turned off the TV before Amy entered. I didn’t want
her to find out about my actions too soon. I would rather have her find out via
her own means, for example, when she’s watching TV at her home or at the
shopping centre today. That would also give me enough time to come up with
suitable answers for when and if she starts asking questions. I put the remote
control down on the table and made my way towards the front door where I
unlocked and opened it.
‘Morning,’ Amy said with a huge
smile on her face. She was wearing a lovely, tartan shirt that had a nice
squared pattern to it and blue, denim jeans. Her hair was down, resting on her
shoulders with the strap of her bag resting on her right shoulder and running
down the front diagonally to meet the blue bag that rested neatly against her
side.
‘Morning to you,
too,’ I said, mirroring her happy mood. I stood to one side to let her in and
she stepped through the doorway, pecked me on the cheek, then headed into the
living room, leaving me to close the door and get myself ready for the shopping
trip. ‘I’m just getting my shoes and coat,’ I said.
‘No problem,’ she
said, sitting down on the sofa, waiting for me to grab my necessities for the
day ahead. I couldn’t help but rush around the place. I didn’t want to make her
wait too long, so I was forever tripping over my own feet as I ran from room to
room. Luckily, Amy was too busy reading the TV times to notice me being
uncharacteristically off balance. Eventually, I managed to pull myself together
and get my shoes and coat on, grab my bag and checked that I had enough money, and
headed back into the living room where Amy had just finished reading an article
in the magazine.
‘Ready?’ I asked.
‘Let’s go,’ she stood
up.
I forgot to brush
my teeth. I had better do that otherwise my breath is going to stink throughout
the day, and no one wants to smell that.
‘Um,’ I said, ‘I
just need to brush my teeth. I forgot to do that,’ I said, hoping that Amy
wouldn’t mind having to wait another two minutes.
‘How could you
have forgotten to brush your teeth?’ Amy asked curiously.
‘I don’t know,’ I
said, putting emphasis on the fact that I didn’t know. I might have put a
little bit too much emphasis on trying to sound clueless, but if Amy noticed,
she didn’t say anything as I turned around and ran upstairs, two at a time, and
dived into the bathroom.
Once outside, I
was able to feel the effects of the warm day on my body. The heat of the sun
wasn’t unbearable and there was a slight breeze that flowed in every which way
every now and again to cool us down. Today couldn’t have been a nicer day. Due
to the shopping centre being just down the road, it was unnecessary to catch
the bus. Besides, walking gave us the opportunity to have a conversation
without the threat of being overheard by everyone on the bus that always look
as if they aren’t listening, but you know they are. Well, they actually might
not be, but I always feel as if they are so I always make sure not to say
anything that would put me in the spotlight. Out here, when there isn’t that
many people about since most of them are at work or otherwise engaged, it’s
fine to not worry about those sorts of things.
‘So,’ Amy said
starting off the conversation. I have this feeling that the topic of us kissing
last night was going to come up at some point today, but I didn’t want to say
anything just in case it didn’t as there was every possibility that it would
remain in what is known as yesterday. ‘Even though we were together all day
yesterday, we never swapped numbers.’ I certainly wasn’t expecting that, but
now that she mentions it; no, no we didn’t.
‘We had better do
that now otherwise we’re going to forget again,’ I said, pulling out my phone
from my bag.
‘I was going to
say the same thing,’ she pulled out her phone from her bag. We spent a couple
of minutes reading each other’s phone number off and imputing them into our
phones before putting them back into our bags and carrying on walking. If I
find myself talking about the weather at any point today, I will not be happy
with myself. There are plenty of topics that are hundreds of times more
interesting than the weather.
‘I like your
shirt,’ I said, wondering if that was the right thing to say.
‘Thanks,’ Amy
beamed, ‘I got it a week ago and thought I would wear it today.’ There was a
minute silence whilst we walked in sync before Amy started up another topic.
‘Look,’ she said,
‘I know this is bound to come up at some point, so I’m just going to get it
over and done with.’ I have a feeling where this is going. ‘About last night.’
I knew it.
‘You didn’t
regret it afterwards, did you?’ I asked.
‘What? No, I
didn’t regret it afterwards,’ she said, ‘I was just going to say that I thought
it was a nice move on your behalf. I mean, I did feel like I shouldn’t have done
anything, so I was kind of glad that you returned the kiss.’
‘You did what you
felt like doing at the time,’ I said wisely. ‘As did I. I will admit that it
did take me by surprise, like it would take you by surprise if I made that
move. It’s just that I wasn’t going to let you feel bad about making that kind
of move too early, if that makes any kind of sense at all,’ I said.
‘Yes,’ she said casually.
I hope. ‘But thanks,’ she said.
‘Thanks for
what?’
‘The kiss.’
‘Oh,’ I struggled
to figure out what to say after that so I said what everyone else does after
someone says ‘thanks’.
‘No problem.’ That made Amy laugh
and wrap her hand around mine as we walked.
‘You’re cute when
you don’t know what to say,’ she said.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Antony Hudson
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