Breaking the story

The new and improved Charlie's Angels

Jenny was sitting down staring at the ocean. A faint glow surrounded her and she wore a look that said tragic-heroine-thinking-deeply. She bit her lip again and I wanted to shove her off her seat. I had too many things to try and figure out. Jenny's romantic tangle with Lucas was not one of them. My visions of the city and with Nathan made me uncomfortable but I'd have to find out more.

Lucas was looking pained, his Armani outfit pristine. The expression would've suited a person who'd recently been shot or lost a limb. But the real source of the drama was this ridiculous story.

I wandered over to Jenny and sat down. Unwillingly, I have to add.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice sugary sweet.

Jenny glanced up mournfully.

"I just....I didn't want to hurt Lucas. But he's been so awful." She pouted. "And Nathan is so perfect. He's sweet, does things for me..."

She looked at me hopefully, as if I could tell her what to do.

"But Nathan isn't the one you're thinking about really," I said, in my role as the wise friend.

"No, but he's been so perfect," she replied and I sighed, my mouth turning down. "I need to forget Lucas. He's not a good person."

I wanted to shout 'I don't care!' but I found myself nodding. The glow around Jenny intensified and Lucas's painful look worsened, so much so that he looked like he needed the toilet.

Then the scene ended abruptly and I was free to quietly shove her.

"Ow!" Jenny shouted and I shrugged.

"You deserved it for that drivel. I don't know how you can stand it. Anyway, I have more important things to do than listen to this. I have pizza to eat. Oh, delicious pizza! How I have yearned for you! How melting mozzarella has haunted me..."

She stared at me as I ran towards the table covered in cheese pizza. Oh, how I'd dreamed of this!

I grabbed the hot pizza and inhaled the scent of tomato and cheese. I closed my eyes and prepared for the raptures of heaven. Just as I took the first bite I was rudely interrupted.

"What's her favourite colour?"

The voice was robotic and I opened my eyes to Lucas, the god of bad boys and angst.

I swallowed the food and glared at him.

"I'm busy, dreamboat. Go and ask her yourself."

"I can't. I'm not..." He trailed off, looking uncertain.

"Not what? Not allowed? Yeah I know. This story blows. Why don't you speed things up and go and tell her how you feel. Then I can eat my pizza in peace."

I took another bite and savoured the tangy goodness.

"What story? What are you talking about, Beatrice?" He said and my ears perked up. He looked crabby but he'd said my name. Hmm....maybe it was progress. But I'd been fooled before.

I finished off my slice and licked my fingers thoughtfully.

"We're in a story, Lucas. Go and tell Jenny whatever you want," I said.

"Jenny?" He said and blinked. "I was talking about Bloom."

I froze, the pizza sauce going cold on my fingertip.

"Bloom? What about her?"

"I want to know her favourite colour. I feel as if I knew it before but...I've forgotten," he said, frowning. What was going on? But as I watched him, his eyes strayed to Bloom. He seemed sad and confused and...awake.