Rob Grant by Fat

Author:Fat
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-01-04T13:49:30+00:00

TWENTY-EIGHT

‘What about this one?’

Hayleigh glanced over. Her mum was holding up a picture of Charlie from Busted. Yeah, right, she wouldn’t even use that to wipe her derrière, thank you so very much. She shook her head.

Mum clucked, disappointed. ‘I thought you liked him.’

Yes, about three years ago. When she was a kid, for heaven’s sake. Busted weren’t even together any more. Old people. You can’t live with ‘em, you can’t chop ‘em up with an axe, stuff their torsos into a suitcase and sling it in the river.

‘I’m not doing very well with this, am I? Wait — how about this one? Dominic what’s his name from Lost? You like him, don’t you?’

Hayleigh shook her head again. Dominic Monaghan was cute, agreed, and there had been a time when he might have warranted a fairly respectable position on her wall, or on her computer’s screen-saver, but she had limited space here, and Dominic was not quite of sufficient lushness to make the cut.

‘You can’t just have pictures of Jason thingumabob, Hayleigh, darling. It’s just not healthy.’

Hayleigh was, it seemed, destined for a fairly lengthy stay at the hospital. She had been given official permission to personalise one wall of her room, so long as such personalisation did not cause any damage to the decor, if you could call it decor, and Mum had offered to help her do it. But, in fact, she was just making the whole enterprise take twice as long, at least, with her ill-informed suggestions. Charlie from Busted? Good God, was he still alive, even?

‘Ah ha!’ Mum pronounced with delight. ‘Michael Chad Thingy. I know you like him.’ She brandished the picture triumphantly.

Chad Michael Murray. Yes, he had been Hayleigh’s previous crush, and she still had a soft spot for him. And that was a good photo of the old dreamboat. It might just qualify. Hayleigh nodded grudgingly and held out her hand. Mum crossed over to her wheelchair and handed her the magazine.

Hayleigh scrutinised the poster. It might very well be acceptable. She took out her clear plastic ruler and measured it. It could be no larger than half the size of Jason’s smallest poster. Anything bigger would have been a clear and blatant challenge to Jase’s unquestionable domination.

Her mum looked on, clearly baffled and trying not to show it. Well, if she thought this was obsessive-compulsive behaviour, she should take a look in Livvie Davidson’s bedroom some time. That place was literally a total shrine to Wentworth Miller. She had a Wentworth altar. Really: with candles and everything. She even had a box she claimed held a lock of Wentworth’s hair she’d bought on eBay, which Hayleigh doubted very much was authentic since she’d never seen a picture of him where he actually had any hair, and no way José would Livvie let anyone actually look inside the box to verify its colour. No room on those walls for secondary crushes, let me tell you.

Yes, the Chad Michael Murray pic was correctly dimensioned. It could go in that gap over there, near the corner and low down, of course.

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