Scorch by Stacey Gregg

Author:Stacey Gregg [Gregg, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, epub, QuarkXPress
ISBN: 9781780018133
Publisher: Nick Hern Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Wow.

Jules wants to meet up.

(Swallows hard.)

(Deep breath.)

Two train rides. Think I might spontaneously human combust.

I’m doing this I’m doing this don’t think just just just

just

Her arm’s in a sling. Barely speak. Terrified. She’s so sweet. Think I’m gonna throw up it’s amazing. We quote Terminator 2. I know all Edward Furlong’s lines because I AM him.

(Edward Furlong’s actual voice.) ‘Mom, we need to be a little more constructive here, okay?’

Bop her in the face with my genius.

Hold hands.

Skin so soft.

I love her hand.

This is happening.

Her actual real hand in mine. Looks right in my actual real eyes. I look in hers.

We are like Paul McKenna.

In a mirror.

Can see me in her eyes. Tiny Keses in her lovely magic eyes.

She sees Kes.

She sees me.

…

Next time, strap down them pesky boobs. Bit sore, switch to

a sports bra. Urg. Just want to squash them away. But, there they are. Just – wear baggy clothes. Scared she won’t like me if I look too. Yuck. Feminine. Packing is when you put something down there, to feel, to feel like, comfy. You can get anything on the internet. (Thinks.) Baby lemurs in a bumbag, I don’t know. Work in Asda, forty quid for a chest-binder is okay.

Don’t go to great lengths.

But I’m passing.

She says I’m cute. I’m cute. ARGH. Eat two Toffee Crisps in celebration. Cannot believe it. I’m like those cartoons where their brain is literally made up of mini birds and hearts and biscuits and things. I mean kissing is like WOW. Just lying around in each other’s arms: WOW. We just fit. Her – everything – just – WOW.

I mean, there are so many moments I think SHIT she is going to SAY something. Or, think, I need to say something. Especially at the start.

But.

Moments come and go.

Months come and go.

Her sixteenth.

We talk in… code. We argue in code. Want to talk about it but. Scared.

Guess, she knows, or. Prefers not asking. An understanding. You know?

Stay over sometimes.

Talk about running away to New York together, where the hipsters are. Make so many plans. Cos she knows, like I do, something’s gonna have to give. But, not yet.

Never asks why I only go in the disabled loo. (There’s so many men in men’s loos.)

Why I never take my hat off.

But I reckon, we’re both in Narnia together. That’s half the thing.

Laser Eyes, her mother, does not like me. Laser Eyes is a blast of ice, always flick flick flicking through her Avon brochures.

We. We uh. Sleep together. Amazing.

I – She

We are. We –

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