Hey all,
I know this chapter is short. Just wanted to let you all know a little bit more about Autumn, since this is the last full scene she'll be in.
I have the story almost finsished - about another two or three chapters that I need to edit. I'm then going to go through the whole thing and put up a completely edited version at the end - there'll be a few extra lines and scenes, better use of language (hopefully) etc.
Thanks for everyone who has stuck with me, and please add this story to you're library/vote/comment/fan if you haven't already. Anyway, I'll let you get on with it.
SleepyBug.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Autumn
The train was packed, people sandwiched together awkwardly. Faces rested merely inches away from each other, too close for comfort.
Things were normal. No drama, no sisters of ex-boyfriends turning up out of the blue. I hadn't heard from Faye in ages. I didn't really expect to. She'd found out all she could, for a day in a cheap coffee shop was the only help I could give her. A thousand memories wrapped up in the space of a few hours. So little.
Life was so expensive. It seemed ironic that we had been discussing it over a 99p Americano.
No Jason, either. No remnants of a devoted girlfriend unable to get over her grief. Just Autumn. The girl in the middle of a crowd, the blonde. The lady I hoped I would become someday starting to take shape within my soul. The grown-up, not the desperate teenager whining about her lost love.
I talked to Smithy, once. That was enough. It seemed weird, like he was part of another time, a forgotten era. I still didn't like him. I never would. There was something in the way he talked about Jason that rankled with me, made me feel jealous. That was mad, though, completely uncalled for. Wasn't it?
A cute guy, tall and muscular looked over at me and caught my eye, thick hair gliding into his eyes for a moment. I blushed, and then looked away. I looked back again. He smiled. I smiled.
It was déjà vu. Once upon I time I would have compared him to Jason, whether it be the way he grinned or cocked his head. I would have appraised him, and found him lacking simply because he had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked good; kind. Different.
I found myself shimmying over to him, weaving my way through the wavering crowd.
"Hi," I said, my voice coming out a little breathless. I could feel more blood rushing to my cheeks, darkening the two pink spots resting high on my cheekbones.
"'Hi' yourself," he grinned, his smirk becoming just a little broader. "What's your name?" I could feel a twinkle forming in my eye, a little spark of happiness starting to make itself know. Champagne bubbles were fizzing in my stomach.
"Autumn," I replied. I waited for a smirk or a smart comment. It never came.
"That's a pretty name." I almost laughed at how clichéd it was.
"What movie did you get that from?" I laughed, a giggle escaping my lips. "No-one says that."
"I do." I could feel myself warming to him. "And it's Clark at your service."
"Well, superman," I said, allowing a small smile to play on my lips in what I hoped was a mysterious manner. "Do you like coffee?"
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