Lobsters by Lucy Ivison

Author:Lucy Ivison
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Chicken House

It felt like the dress night had drawn an invisible line between me and Stella. Or maybe just inside me. But maybe it was so invisible only I had actually noticed it.

We spent the last few days on the beach, swimming and reading magazines. We wandered round the gift shops and all bought matching bracelets. Slowly, Stella and I found a rhythm again. A new, more formal and tentative one, but one that we both knew would come right. Neither of us mentioned the dress. It had been packed away into my suitcase, along with everything else that had happened that night between us, never to be spoken of again.

I did some things on my own. I finished my books, and went and petted the donkeys, and swam far out to sea with the flippers we bought. We hung out with the boys and, on the day of their flight back, Pax gave Stella his favourite hoodie as a goodbye present, and Grace told James she was with Ollie and that pulling him (James) had been a drunken mistake.

Grace had planned to call Ollie to confess all but it had gone wrong because he’d called her first and offered Stella and me his two tickets to Woodland Festival. He and his brother had been set to go with Grace and Tilly the week after we got back from Kavos, but apparently they hadn’t bothered to check with their mum, who’d told them they couldn’t miss their cousin’s wedding just to get pissed in a big field.

It’s pretty hard to confess all and then accept two hundred pounds worth of festival tickets, so Grace decided to keep it to herself and, all of a sudden, the four musketeers were going to Woodland. Me and Stella agreed to go because we couldn’t not, really, and outwardly the four of us were still all the best of friends.

On our last day in Kavos, Stella got stung by a jellyfish and sat on the beach in Pax’s hoodie looking murderous. The old me would have sat by her side, loyal to the end without even thinking about it.

I wanted to say ‘You OK?’ in that fake passive-aggressive only-girls-can-hear-it voice. But I couldn’t. Because I have known Stella for ever and there is a part of me that knows only I see her as she really is, and that maybe somehow she knows that. So I ran back to the room and got the antihistamine my mum had given me, did impressions of Kourtney Kardashian giving birth and read Ariel to her in the voice of Donkey from Shrek.

I was wearing a bikini I had bought in a shop the day before. A proper, neon, look-at-me H&M bitch face bikini. To be honest, it was the bikini of a girl who had lost her virginity long ago, but I wore it anyway.

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