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Adult +
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7
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5
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Chapter five
Authors notes: thank you to everybody who reviewed again, its great to
open up the e-mail and see all the new reviews
Authors notes: thank you to everybody who reviewed again,
its great to open up the e-mail and see all the new reviews.
It makes my day.
I’d like to ask you all a question, how do you see Andy?
What do you think he looks like?
*********
Kath delved a hand into her pocket and fiddled about till
she found the change she needed and handed it to the bus driver who smiled at
her, Kath didn’t smile back only took the ticket offered to her and made her
away along the bus to the back seat where Oscar was sitting, feet up looking
out the window.
Kath pushed his feet off the seat and throw herself down
next to him, grinning broadly. Oscar noticed for the first time that with out
the sadness and concern that had been so openly on her face since he first met
her Kath looked young, she still had a bit of baby fat about her cheeks.
“What’s your name?” Oscar asked her suddenly, she looked at
him like he was mad.
“I mean it can’t be
just Kath” he amended.
“Its Kathleen” she said with a little role of her eyes “I
wish I had an interesting name but I suppose nobody likes their names do they.
Do you like yours? Oscar”
“Its alright I guess, kind of embarrassing you know being
named after that writer guy and all”
Kath laughed softly at that and they settled into at least half
comfortable silence, both of them watching the road outside roll by.
**********
They got off the bus at the end of a road filled with blocks
of flats, towering above them like huge grey giants, obscuring the otherwise
beautiful city.
“You live here?” Oscar asked, craning his neck upwards.
“Yep, in the sunrise block” Kath said pointing to the block
with the red painted opening door. “On the 16th floor, I and Andy
live two doors from each other”
“Cool, I live round here. I would have thought I’d have seen
you two about” Oscar said, carefully study Kath’s face her smile was sad.
“We’re just invisible” she said softly, Oscar found that
hard to believe that, Kath was so open and easy to be about and Andy seemed to
be stuck in his mind. But you did forget them, he reminded himself, you met
them on your first day of school and forgot them jas qas quickly, they just
faded into the background of his mind.
“I have to see Andy’s mum, you don’t have to come up”
Oscar realised she was giving him an escape rout, a chance
to run away and not have to think about this every again.
“Nah, I should go with you, after all I found the poor kid”
The elevator was broken so they climbed the stairs, Kath
promising to do something about those bloody lifts, and Oscar promising to sign
what ever petition she put together. They reached the 16th floor
after what seemed like hours to Oscar and came to a pea green door with a small
plastic plaque on which someone had painted flowers in a wreath about the
number 65.
Kath knocked on the door, then again harder and then again
when no reply came. Finally it was opened a curious chink.
“Stella, its me Kath” the door was throw wide open and a
strange woman with short dyed pink hair, large hoop earrings and bright orange
lips squealed in delighted and swapped down upon Kath, pulling her in to a
quick hug and kissing her cheek affectionately.
“Kath! Do come in, Andy isn’t home at the moment but come
in! And your friend too!” She ushered them in and shut the door quickly,
locking it up again once they where inside.
“Do go on into the living room” she said airily “I’ll be
along in a moment”
Oscar took a moment to look around the hallway Kath lead him
down, on the walls where pictures mostly of Andy and a little girl who liked
like him, at the beach, in school uniform, at Halloween, at Christmas time
around the tree.
The living room when they got to it would have had interior
decorators throwing themselves out of windows; a TV was in one corner a clutter
of videos and games around it, the wall paper was a bright yellow and somebody
had been scribbling on it with felt tip markers, books, magazines and old sweet
and crisp packets littered the floor and every available service.
But it was the sofa which was so off putting about the whole
room, a huge Zebra striped sofa.
Just as Oscar was eyeing it thoughtfully wondering if he
should sit on it or would it is kinder to take it to the vet and have it put
out of its misery Stella came back in.
“Isn’t it lovely!” she cooed noticing him looking at it “I
brought it when he left us, I though a fresh start Stella is what you need”
“It’s nice” Oscar agreed doubtfully.
“Oh no need to stand on ceremony you to, sit down!” Stella
laughed; Oscar found her laugh to loud and to bold, like the house she kept and
the way she dressed. He sat down on the sofa half expecting it to buck under
him and surprised when it didn’t, Kath was already seated besides him, her face
expressionless.
“And so who’s your new friend?” Stella asked, looking
between Oscar and Kath with a knowing expression, Kath blushed softly.
“He’s Oscar, he’s not my friend…well not just mine he’s
Andy’s new friend as well” Kath said, trying to ignore Oscar’s look of hurt at
her last sentence. He had thought that even if they weren’t close friends they where
at least past vague acquaintances with all that had happened today.
“That’s good, Andy needs more boy for friends; hanging about
with all those girls, he only invited girls to his birthday party”
“Yes well Andy’s…Andy’s really nice” Oscar said, horrified
his vocabulary had come down to one word: nice.
In truth he had no idea what Andy was really like only what
he’d learnt from Kath and the strange laugh of the half-naked boy whose home he
was now invading and, having occupied the zebra sofa, conquered completely.
“I want to talk to you about Andy, Stella, have you had any
phone calls?”
Stella cocked her head to one side and gave her a concerned
smile.
“No, I’ve only just got back from dropping Chloe off at herandrandma’s, why?”
“I think the hospital might have called, that’s where Andy
is” Kath said slowly, letting Stella have a little time to digest what she was
being told before continuing “he got beat up, Oscar was the one who found him”
Stella’s breathing became laboured, she staggered forward
and both Oscar and Kath leapt up to let her collapse on to the sofa.
“I didn’t know if you knew” Kath said softly.
*****************************
Oscar was making tea, if had taken only a few minuets for
Kath to spring into action after Stella had collapsed. She rang a mini cab
company who promised to be there to pick Stella up in 15 minuets, set Oscar to making something for Stella to
drink while she herself went to pack up some of Andy’s cloths in an overnight bag
for Stella to take with her.
The door bell rang and Oscar dropped the mug he had been
holding, it shattered over the floor. He swore loudly and dropped to his knees
picking up the pieces, he heard Kath and Stella talking and then the door
opening and closing in rapid succession. Kath came into the kitchen and tutted
at him.
“I’ll do it, you just…just go into the living room and try
not to drop anything okay?” it was meant as a joke but Oscar could see the tiredness
behind her smile.
He didn’t go back to the living room he waited in the hall
way, looking at the pictures, his favourite must have been one of the latest to
be done; it was a big family portrait.
Kath came out of the kitchen and caught him stirring at the
pictures.
“It’s a good photo isn’t it?” she said, Oscar jumped felling
embarrassed.
“Yes…very”
“Want to see some more?”
******
They lay on the floor laughing out loud at some of the
strange pictures Kath had pulled out a shoe box under Andy’s bed, these where
all the photo’s that had been taken at birthday parties or days out with
friends.
Kath held up one photo “look, look at this one! When the Hat
Fair* was in town!”
She looked at the photo and collapsed into laughter.
Kath’s laugh, Oscar had noticed was sweet and infectious,
not waiting for approval but vivacious and free. Oscar laughed softly to
himself; his hand sought out hers, the picture she’d been holding fell to the
floor, unnoticed as Oscar leant forward and pressed his lips to hers. Kath’s
lips where soft and unyielding against him, she sat still letting him kiss her,
not pushing him away or responding.
Oscar drew back unsure what to do next.
“Sorry” he finally ventured. Kath shook her head, looking
away.
“Don’t kiss me, I’m not the one you want to be kissing” she
stood up and left the room, Oscar picked up the picture she’d been trying to
shim.him.
It was a picture of Andy laughing, it was raining and the
photo had caught him mid laugh, eyes half closed, his smile wide showing
nicotine stained teeth, water dripping from his drenched hair down his face he
looked so alive, so free, unapologetic for who and how he was.
Kath was right; he didn’t want to be kissing her.
TBC.
* The Hat Fair is not a Fair for Hats but a showcase for
street performers that takes place around where I live, its really good fun,
last a whole day with loads of shows and no mime artists in sight!
open up the e-mail and see all the new reviews
Authors notes: thank you to everybody who reviewed again,
its great to open up the e-mail and see all the new reviews.
It makes my day.
I’d like to ask you all a question, how do you see Andy?
What do you think he looks like?
*********
Kath delved a hand into her pocket and fiddled about till
she found the change she needed and handed it to the bus driver who smiled at
her, Kath didn’t smile back only took the ticket offered to her and made her
away along the bus to the back seat where Oscar was sitting, feet up looking
out the window.
Kath pushed his feet off the seat and throw herself down
next to him, grinning broadly. Oscar noticed for the first time that with out
the sadness and concern that had been so openly on her face since he first met
her Kath looked young, she still had a bit of baby fat about her cheeks.
“What’s your name?” Oscar asked her suddenly, she looked at
him like he was mad.
“I mean it can’t be
just Kath” he amended.
“Its Kathleen” she said with a little role of her eyes “I
wish I had an interesting name but I suppose nobody likes their names do they.
Do you like yours? Oscar”
“Its alright I guess, kind of embarrassing you know being
named after that writer guy and all”
Kath laughed softly at that and they settled into at least half
comfortable silence, both of them watching the road outside roll by.
**********
They got off the bus at the end of a road filled with blocks
of flats, towering above them like huge grey giants, obscuring the otherwise
beautiful city.
“You live here?” Oscar asked, craning his neck upwards.
“Yep, in the sunrise block” Kath said pointing to the block
with the red painted opening door. “On the 16th floor, I and Andy
live two doors from each other”
“Cool, I live round here. I would have thought I’d have seen
you two about” Oscar said, carefully study Kath’s face her smile was sad.
“We’re just invisible” she said softly, Oscar found that
hard to believe that, Kath was so open and easy to be about and Andy seemed to
be stuck in his mind. But you did forget them, he reminded himself, you met
them on your first day of school and forgot them jas qas quickly, they just
faded into the background of his mind.
“I have to see Andy’s mum, you don’t have to come up”
Oscar realised she was giving him an escape rout, a chance
to run away and not have to think about this every again.
“Nah, I should go with you, after all I found the poor kid”
The elevator was broken so they climbed the stairs, Kath
promising to do something about those bloody lifts, and Oscar promising to sign
what ever petition she put together. They reached the 16th floor
after what seemed like hours to Oscar and came to a pea green door with a small
plastic plaque on which someone had painted flowers in a wreath about the
number 65.
Kath knocked on the door, then again harder and then again
when no reply came. Finally it was opened a curious chink.
“Stella, its me Kath” the door was throw wide open and a
strange woman with short dyed pink hair, large hoop earrings and bright orange
lips squealed in delighted and swapped down upon Kath, pulling her in to a
quick hug and kissing her cheek affectionately.
“Kath! Do come in, Andy isn’t home at the moment but come
in! And your friend too!” She ushered them in and shut the door quickly,
locking it up again once they where inside.
“Do go on into the living room” she said airily “I’ll be
along in a moment”
Oscar took a moment to look around the hallway Kath lead him
down, on the walls where pictures mostly of Andy and a little girl who liked
like him, at the beach, in school uniform, at Halloween, at Christmas time
around the tree.
The living room when they got to it would have had interior
decorators throwing themselves out of windows; a TV was in one corner a clutter
of videos and games around it, the wall paper was a bright yellow and somebody
had been scribbling on it with felt tip markers, books, magazines and old sweet
and crisp packets littered the floor and every available service.
But it was the sofa which was so off putting about the whole
room, a huge Zebra striped sofa.
Just as Oscar was eyeing it thoughtfully wondering if he
should sit on it or would it is kinder to take it to the vet and have it put
out of its misery Stella came back in.
“Isn’t it lovely!” she cooed noticing him looking at it “I
brought it when he left us, I though a fresh start Stella is what you need”
“It’s nice” Oscar agreed doubtfully.
“Oh no need to stand on ceremony you to, sit down!” Stella
laughed; Oscar found her laugh to loud and to bold, like the house she kept and
the way she dressed. He sat down on the sofa half expecting it to buck under
him and surprised when it didn’t, Kath was already seated besides him, her face
expressionless.
“And so who’s your new friend?” Stella asked, looking
between Oscar and Kath with a knowing expression, Kath blushed softly.
“He’s Oscar, he’s not my friend…well not just mine he’s
Andy’s new friend as well” Kath said, trying to ignore Oscar’s look of hurt at
her last sentence. He had thought that even if they weren’t close friends they where
at least past vague acquaintances with all that had happened today.
“That’s good, Andy needs more boy for friends; hanging about
with all those girls, he only invited girls to his birthday party”
“Yes well Andy’s…Andy’s really nice” Oscar said, horrified
his vocabulary had come down to one word: nice.
In truth he had no idea what Andy was really like only what
he’d learnt from Kath and the strange laugh of the half-naked boy whose home he
was now invading and, having occupied the zebra sofa, conquered completely.
“I want to talk to you about Andy, Stella, have you had any
phone calls?”
Stella cocked her head to one side and gave her a concerned
smile.
“No, I’ve only just got back from dropping Chloe off at herandrandma’s, why?”
“I think the hospital might have called, that’s where Andy
is” Kath said slowly, letting Stella have a little time to digest what she was
being told before continuing “he got beat up, Oscar was the one who found him”
Stella’s breathing became laboured, she staggered forward
and both Oscar and Kath leapt up to let her collapse on to the sofa.
“I didn’t know if you knew” Kath said softly.
*****************************
Oscar was making tea, if had taken only a few minuets for
Kath to spring into action after Stella had collapsed. She rang a mini cab
company who promised to be there to pick Stella up in 15 minuets, set Oscar to making something for Stella to
drink while she herself went to pack up some of Andy’s cloths in an overnight bag
for Stella to take with her.
The door bell rang and Oscar dropped the mug he had been
holding, it shattered over the floor. He swore loudly and dropped to his knees
picking up the pieces, he heard Kath and Stella talking and then the door
opening and closing in rapid succession. Kath came into the kitchen and tutted
at him.
“I’ll do it, you just…just go into the living room and try
not to drop anything okay?” it was meant as a joke but Oscar could see the tiredness
behind her smile.
He didn’t go back to the living room he waited in the hall
way, looking at the pictures, his favourite must have been one of the latest to
be done; it was a big family portrait.
Kath came out of the kitchen and caught him stirring at the
pictures.
“It’s a good photo isn’t it?” she said, Oscar jumped felling
embarrassed.
“Yes…very”
“Want to see some more?”
******
They lay on the floor laughing out loud at some of the
strange pictures Kath had pulled out a shoe box under Andy’s bed, these where
all the photo’s that had been taken at birthday parties or days out with
friends.
Kath held up one photo “look, look at this one! When the Hat
Fair* was in town!”
She looked at the photo and collapsed into laughter.
Kath’s laugh, Oscar had noticed was sweet and infectious,
not waiting for approval but vivacious and free. Oscar laughed softly to
himself; his hand sought out hers, the picture she’d been holding fell to the
floor, unnoticed as Oscar leant forward and pressed his lips to hers. Kath’s
lips where soft and unyielding against him, she sat still letting him kiss her,
not pushing him away or responding.
Oscar drew back unsure what to do next.
“Sorry” he finally ventured. Kath shook her head, looking
away.
“Don’t kiss me, I’m not the one you want to be kissing” she
stood up and left the room, Oscar picked up the picture she’d been trying to
shim.him.
It was a picture of Andy laughing, it was raining and the
photo had caught him mid laugh, eyes half closed, his smile wide showing
nicotine stained teeth, water dripping from his drenched hair down his face he
looked so alive, so free, unapologetic for who and how he was.
Kath was right; he didn’t want to be kissing her.
TBC.
* The Hat Fair is not a Fair for Hats but a showcase for
street performers that takes place around where I live, its really good fun,
last a whole day with loads of shows and no mime artists in sight!