You Really Got A Hold On Me

The Night Before

Abby came round first thing on Saturday morning.

“Hi!” she said happily as I opened the door.

“Fancy seeing you here” I said, hugging her.

“Okay c’mon cuz I can’t wait! Spill the beans! How was the date!” she whispered, noticing Dad was in the next room.

“I have so much to tell you” I said as she was followed me upstairs.

When Abby and I had got comfortable I began recounting everything about the previous night. I must have told it expressively because Abby laughed, squealed and grabbed my arm at different points throughout my story.

“Then we got here” I said, up to the point where Paul and I arrived outside my house, “and… he kissed me.”

Abby gasped and clasped her hands together “what a perfect ending to a perfect date!” she said, pretending to dramatically faint. I laughed at her.

“Now, c’mon, what happened with you and John yesterday?!” I asked, desperate to hear her news.

“Well, it’s not nearly as romantic as your story” she rolled her eyes, “but yesterday the phone rang and I thought it might be you, y’know before you went out on your date, but it was John” she smiled when she said his name, “I’m lucky Mum didn’t pick up the phone actually, imagine what she’d say…”

We thought for a minute about the endless possibilities…

“Anyway” she resumed “it was John, and he said his aunt wasn’t in and he just wanted some company so he asked me if I would come over, so I did. Oh and I told my parents that I was going over to yours…”

I looked at her, willing her to go on as I was very intrigued by this stage.

“So I went over and he was just messing around on his guitar while I sat there, we had a laugh y’know just talking about this and that. He went on about this new record his mate had got for him and he played it. Then suddenly, like out of nowhere, he comes over and kisses me randomly.” I gasped at this bit and said: “he did?!”

“Yeah” she said, “and then I think he wanted to go further cuz he err, took my jacket off…”

“You didn’t?” I asked, hanging on her every word.

“No” she said, I sighed with relief, “I teased him and said I had to go, you should have seen the look on his face!” She laughed.

“So you kept him waiting” I asked.

“Yeah”, she smiled mischievously, “I don’t want to be just another girl that John y’know does stuff with and then looses interest” she said, I looked at her as this was news to me. “George told me he’s had quite a few girlfriends over the past two years so I’m trying to be different.”

“I bet you’re twice as pretty as any of them” I said to her confidently.

“I dunno” she shrugged.

I was the only one that saw all of Abby. The different sides to her. To the outer world she glowed with confidence, however there were times where I had seen what lay underneath that. It sort o comes with knowing someone so closely. Although it may be difficult for people to imagine that someone like Abby had insecurities, I knew better. 

“So” Abby put a smile on again, “was Paul a good kisser?!” She giggled.

“Oh I don’t kiss and tell” I said mysteriously.

“Hey!” she said nudging me.

“Alright, alright I’ll tell you!” I said laughing, “yes he was, I mean I couldn’t compare it to anyone else but I just know – it was special.”