Relaxing on the sofa, cuddling up to each other, watching a feel
good film is the perfect way to calm yourself down from an experience like no
other. We laughed and lost ourselves in the film’s world for an hour and a
half. Amy laid by my side, put her feet up on the sofa and I wrapped my arm
around her. When the credits started to roll, we didn’t feel like moving so we
let them play until the very end. Only when the film’s main menu reappeared on
the screen did I get up and sort it out, switching off the DVD player, the TV,
and putting the DVD back onto the shelf.
‘I needed that,’
Amy said.
‘So did I,’ I
agreed. All built up feelings from earlier gone. The moment I put the DVD case
back onto the shelf, the doorbell rang. I didn’t get the change to open the
door properly before it was taken out of my control, nearly smashing me in the
face by a few millimetres.
‘I came as soon
as I heard,’ Tom’s voice said through my recovery. ‘How are you?’ he said as I
stood up straight.
‘Fine,’ I said
truthfully. ‘We’re fine.’ Tom was soaking wet hair and his T-shirt was on
backwards, indicating that he was in the bath when he got the news. Tom
explained his scruffiness and confirmed my thoughts. ‘I was in the bath when my
neighbour rang to tell me the news,’ he said. His neighbour is always the first
to make sure that she spreads the news as far as possible, and she doesn’t care
whether they are either in bed or in the bath.
‘We?’ Tom asked,
before realising the meaning behind the word. ‘You mean that you were there
with Amy.’ I wasn’t sure whether he was struggling to comprehend that or tried
to fit even more sympathy into his brain for her as well. Before I could say
anything else, Amy came into the hallway and said.
‘I thought I
recognised that voice,’ she smiled.
‘I’m glad to see
that yesterday went well,’ Tom said to me with a massive, broad smile on his
face that stretched from one ear to the other. ‘How are you, Amy?’ he asked.
‘I’m good,’ she
said. I felt reassured that she did feel good because that meant that I managed
to successfully comfort her.
‘I couldn’t
believe it when I heard it from my neighbour. I almost fell over when I heard
that you were there and I doubly couldn’t believe it when I heard that they’re
not shutting the shopping centre down for a period of time whilst they perform
an investigation. I guess they don’t want to cause any mass hysteria.’
‘That’s what I
said,’ Amy said.
‘Anyway,’ Tom said,
clapping his hands together. ‘I had better get going since I don’t want to
intrude any more that I already am,’ he said more to me. There was something
about his tone of voice that felt as if he had a hidden message in what he
said, but I wasn’t sure what that could be and I didn’t want to try and figure
that out for it may distract me from my time with Amy.
‘I’ll let you get
back to your bath,’ I said.
‘I’m going to
need extra bubbles to relax with now that I’m all worked up from running over
here,’ he joked, although he probably meant it. It’s a guilty pleasure of his
to have a bubble bath as he says it helps him relax so much more than just a
regular bath, but you didn’t hear that from me.
‘That’s nice of
him to check up on you,’ Amy said as we moved back into the living room and sat
back down on the sofa once more. ‘I know I’ve said it before, but you’re lucky
to have him as a friend.’
‘I couldn’t have
asked for a better friend,’ I said as the phone rang. I picked up the receiver
and said, ‘hello.’
My mum’s worked
up voice shouted down the phone. ‘Oh, thank God that you’re alright,’ she said.
‘I was in the middle of a meeting when I heard, but they allowed me to be
excused to make this phone call,’ she explained.
‘Mum, how did you
hear about that?’ I asked.
‘Someone at work
received a phone call and they came straight over to me as they knew that I
have a son in the area,’ she explained. That makes sense. ‘But you didn’t
answer my question,’ she said.
‘You didn’t ask
one,’ I said.
‘No, no I guess I
didn’t,’ I felt sorry for her being this worked up, but I guess it is a mum’s
right to be so when something like this happens, especially when they are so
far away and unable to directly help. ‘How are you?’ she asked.
‘I’m fine,’ I
said.
‘Good.’ I heard
her say that I was fine to my dad who must have been standing to one side. I
heard him say, ‘good,’ in the background.
‘How’s Tom and his parents?’ mum
asked.
‘They’re fine,’ I said. ‘Tom was
in the bath at the time and came straight over as soon as his neighbour phoned
and told him,’ I explained.
‘Good,’ mum said, not bothering
to make her usual comment about Tom’s neighbour being a ‘gossip mouth’ (her
words not mine). ‘Listen,’ she continued, ‘this has to be a quick call, I’m
afraid as me and your dad has to get back to the meeting, but I’m really glad
that you’re alright and I’ll see you as soon as I can.’
‘What, you’re not going to say
anything about me,’ Amy teased. Mum’s voice went quiet as she tried to work out
whose voice that belonged to. Once she realised that she couldn’t, she said.
‘Who’s that with you?’ That
didn’t sound like Tom’s voice. That sounded like…’ she waited for me to finish
the sentence. I went a little red in the face. Amy wanted me to tell my mum
about us and now I have no choice but to say something.
‘I’m with Amy at the moment,’ I
said.
‘Amy who…?’ mum said before the
penny dropped. ‘You mean the Amy that you’ve been…’
‘Yes,’ I said before mum could
continue and embarrass the heck out of me. Amy chuckled at my mum’s reaction.
‘Oh, congratulations,’ she said.
She sounded so delighted. All stress about what happened earlier completely
forgotten. ‘Anyway, I’ve got to get going.’
‘See you soon, mum,’ I said. She
hung up the phone and I put the receiver back down onto its stand. ‘Would you
like to ring your parents just to tell them that you’re alright,’ I said. As
soon as I was about to offer Amy a cup of coffee, her mobile phone started to
ring. She fished it out of her bag and answered it.
‘It’s alright, mum. I’m fine,’
she said. I couldn’t hear what her mum was saying, but I had a feeling that it
was in the same realm of being worried as a mum should be. ‘Yeah, I’m currently
at Sebastian’s right now,’ she said. I was a little taken aback that she
mentioned my name, but I guess she couldn’t lie about where she was, not in a
situation like this. Does that mean that her parents now know that we’re a
couple, or are we just friends? I’ll let that one play out on its own and tell
me the answer. I’ve got plenty more things to figure out than whether or not
Amy’s parents knowing that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. But still, what
would their reaction be and how will it affect things?
Amy finished her conversation and
hung up. Putting her phone back into her bag, she said with a smile. ‘My mum
has told me to tell you that you’ve got to look after me properly.’
‘And have I?’ I asked.
‘I think you
have,’ she said laying back down and resting her head on my shoulder. ‘I think
you have.’
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Antony Hudson
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