[email protected] by KE Payne

Author:KE Payne [Payne, KE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2012-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Later that night, after a day more gruelling than I thought it would have been, with lessons and meetings with course leaders about forthcoming work and such, I finally arrived home just desperate to be able to switch off and indulge in a few hours’ fun on the message board.

I called out around the house, standing in the hall listening for a reply from anyone. There was silence, so, knowing I could talk to Fickle safe in the knowledge no one would eavesdrop on us, I flipped open my phone and dialled her number. I felt the familiar squidgy feeling in my stomach when, after a couple of rings, she answered.

“Hey, gorgeous,” she said. “How was your day?”

“All the better for speaking to you,” I replied, shrugging my jacket off and flinging it onto the stairs. I wandered into the kitchen and heaved the fridge door open, peering inside searching for something to eat.

“I was thinking today,” Fickle said. “About us meeting up, you know, like I said before?”

I put the piece of cheese that I’d found lurking in the back of the fridge and that had been en route to my mouth down on the sideboard, suddenly nervous.

“Yeah?” I said, kinda unconvincingly.

“Yeah,” Fickle replied. “After all, we wanna get to know each other better, don’t we?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, again without much enthusiasm.

“You don’t sound keen.” Fickle sounded hurt.

“Oh I am, I am,” I replied truthfully. “I s’pose, I dunno, I s’pose I’m just kinda nervous at the thought, thassall.”

“What’s there to be nervous about?” Fickle laughed. “It’s cool! I really like you, Immy, I wanna meet you.”

“I really like you too, Gems,” I replied. “And of course I wanna meet you, you know I do.”

I swallowed hard.

“Good,” Fickle said. “So go get your arse on the Internet and look up some trains. We can find somewhere halfway and meet there, yeah?”

“When?” I said, “I mean, when do you wanna meet?” I climbed the stairs to my room and sat myself down in front of my computer.

“This weekend?” Fickle replied. “I think I’ll burst if I don’t get to see you soon.”

I stared at the computer screen as it kicked into life and eased out a breath, trying to quell the shakiness in my voice. This was real. This was happening. Me and Fickle were going to meet and I wasn’t sure it was what I wanted.

Wait, who was I kidding? It was exactly what I wanted, but I was crapping myself at the thought of moving things with Fickle to another stage.

“Saturday?” I ventured. “I could look up trains for next Saturday.”

“Saturday sounds good,” Fickle said. “Wait, I’m putting on my laptop. Lemme see what trains I can find too.”

“Wanna Skype?” I asked, typing the URL of a train company into the computer with one hand. “You have Skype, don’t you?”

“I can’t.” Fickle lowered her voice. “Mum’s downstairs and, well, you know.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, I know. It’s all very clandestine, isn’t it?” I said, watching as the page on the screen started to download.

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