ERIN
That night, we talked a lot. But our talking was stopping when we judged it was too personal. This situation started to annoy me, so I finally decided to ask :
- Why don't you talk about you ?
- Hm ?
- All the night, all you did was talking about your brother, your sister and your parents. What about you ?
She suddenly looked embarrassed, but answered anyway :
- I...work at Tesco Express since the beginning of the year.
- That's all ? All you can talk about is your job ?
- What do you want me to say ?
- Just admit that you think you're full of shit.
She fled from my gaze, then retorted :
- You're wrong. I am grateful for all I have.
- That's not the point.
She stared at me silently.
- Why are you acting like a Psychologist ? she then asked. If I think I'm full of shit, it's my business.
- Sure. But I just wanted you to admit it.
She sighed.
- You are ruining everything.
- Probably. But now, you know the truth about yourself, I declared.
She stayed quiet until I took her hand to help her to stand up.*
Five minutes later, Jo and I were back in the kitchen, getting us a drink. I had not noticed she was pretty – and also how much her dress was ugly.
- You want a drink ?
- Don't talk to me, I'm still angry, she declared.
I laughed alone while filling my glass of water. All of a suden, I saw a white girl heading to us. She was tall, with long black hair. The same color as Jo's.
She must be Kelly – the « perfect sister », like Jo had called her earlier. She's exactly like Jo described her : pretty and outgoing.
But one thing Jo forgot to mention was she never stops talking.
- You might be Eric, don't you ? Kelly said, adressing to me.
- Erin, I corrected.
- Yeah, that's what I said. Jo ? I'm tired ! Can we go now ?
- Yes, let's go, Jo approved.
Kelly started walking out with little jumps, joyful. But before she left, Jo gave me a cute gaze.
- It was a good party, she said. Even if you ruined it at the end.
- Come on, Jo ! I complained, half laughing.
- But I forgive you.
Then, with a last smile, she disappeared in the crowd.
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Tears Of London
RomanceHe is problems. She is too. They are like tears, falling in the nonchalant streets of London. Where will this fall take them ?