Derry Girls: A New Arrival Part 2

Chapter 15: A new dawn

Orla awoke early as she always did. But for her, 6:40am was exceptionally late. She smiled as this one morning already felt so different from the mornings of the past 3 months. As she lay in her bed, she smiled whilst her mind spun as if she were still in a perfect dream. With Christmas just around the corner, she felt a sense of excitement she'd never felt before. But just then, a thought flashed. Her eyes darted everywhere as she heard her own mind argue with itself over whether, or not the events of yesterday even happened. The pain in her head began to swell. Yesterday had been so perfect to be real. It couldn't have been real, could it? She had to find out.

Orla shot out of bed and darted towards her window, dodging the assortment of trinkets and clothes that were strewn across the bedroom floor. But her luck ran out. She let out a cry of agonizing pain as her bare foot trod on a square piece of LEGO. She knew at that point she was awake for certain. Shaking the pain away, standing in her hot pink onesie; Orla threw the curtains open and peered down onto the street.

Orla was relieved to see that It was all real. The Renault Clio was where she last saw it. Marco really was back in Derry.

But then another thought flashed in her mind.... MadStab... Shannon... the threat they made to her, Marco, and the rest of the gang. She closed her eyes and held her head, which swelled with pain again, she took deep breaths and thought to herself "I'm not gonna let'em hurt 'im." Just then, she heard barking, Coco Pops! She looked outside and opened her window. There he was.

"Marco!" She cried happily. Leaning out her window. Marco's eyes shot up and smiled warmly in return.

"Morning! You alright?" He called up to her.

"Aye!... Wait there!" Orla called. As she sprinted towards her bedroom door, she trod on another sharp object.

"Agh! Shite... Ok.... Alright... I get the hint. I'll clean my fecking room." Orla grimaced as she spoke to herself, pointing her finger upward.

Orla swung her front door open and jumped into Marco's waiting arm. Coco Pops barked with excitement. Marco shushed him before he woke the whole house up. Orla reached down and cradled the excited pup. She put her arm back around Marco for another embrace.

"Nice pyjamas." Marco chuckled. Orla blushed.

"Ach.... It IS real. All of it." Orla sighed happily. Marco smiled and rested his forehead on Orla's.

"Did you sleep ok?" He asked.

"Aye... How about yourself?"

"Yeah, too good. Forgot where I was." Marco replied, causing Orla to furrow her eyebrows.

"Yer weird, ye know that?" She sniggered, raising her eyebrows at him.

"..... You have no idea!" Marco deepened his voice.

"Ach! You've seen The Lion King, haven't ya, Hi?" Orla sniggered.

"Yeah, it's a good one, isn't it?"

"Aye it is so!" Orla laughed. Marco smiled and frowned as he looked into her eyes.

"I missed you so much." Marco admitted.

"I missed ya too. All I've thought about was you, and this." Orla said as she folded her lower lip.

"I'm just sorry I wasn't here when all this stuff went on." Marco sighed.

"Everything's gonna be alright now, hi?" She asked.

Marco wasn't sure what to say. The interview was beginning to weigh on his mind, among other things. His chest pounded hard, and his feet felt cold. Orla saw how uncertain he looked, with his eyes looking so distant, she pulled Marco in for a soft kiss.