Gently into the good night

Chapter Twelve- Meeting Another

"Good morning Amelia" Chris says, he is always the one to wake up early and I feel extremely repent about it. "Mhmmm" I mumble unsure of what I want to say myself. "Tea or Coffee?" he asks with innate obligation. I am still in a heavy and drowsy state of mind but the word 'coffee' can never be ignored. "Coffee" I say with my eyes close, trying to go back to the dream I was lost in earlier. I hear his footsteps leave the room and I drift back to my dream world.

"Coffee is ready" Chris says in a peppy tone "What?" I say surprised. How can the coffee be ready in like a few seconds? "It's been half an hour" Chris says placing the cup on the table. Well half an hour is what seems to be a few seconds for me. He sits on the corner of my bed sipping from his cup. I point to his cup asking him through my facial expressions what he has made from himself. "English Tea" he says grinning. I am not exactly a fan of tea so I grimace. "It's good, don't judge" he says jokingly. I nod and take another sip. "So what are you going to do? Your future plans?" I ask hoping to hear something reasonable but his answer makes me feel expectations can never like reality. "Uhm, the plan is that there is no plan. When Peter is in town we can work on our music together" he says taking his last sip. "Who is Peter?" I ask curiously. "Oh sorry I forgot to tell you. He is my childhood friend. We used to play together before I left and all these years we wrote to each other. Well uhm, we both want to have our own band you know" he says with a sheepish smile. He looks adorable with the little blush on the side of his cheeks. His silky brown messy hair falling on his face in uncoordinated waves and his million dollar smile. I can feel the urge to kiss him or hug him but I shouldn't because of how gentleman like he has been till now. "That's a beautiful dream. So when is Peter coming?" I ask "Tonight. He never left Liverpool. He was out of town for the last two weeks the visit his aunt. Is it okay if he stays for the night?" As he asks and flinches. "Of course but where will he sleep? There are only two bedrooms" I ask like an idiot. "He will sleep in my room and I'll sleep here beside you" he says smirking. I wouldn't mind but I know I have to maintain the sophisticated image of a 1960's lady, not sure if I have one but I like thinking I do. "No you're not" I say throwing the pillow at him, teasingly. He smiles innocently and says "I am joking. Peter and I will sleep in my room and you sleep here" I nod and say "Better"

I make breakfast for us and then we eat together he reads the newspaper while I just gaze outside the window staring at the people pass by. "Let's go shopping" he says folding the newspaper neatly. I look at him startled no man in history has ever said that. "Are you serious?" I ask just ensuring if he actually means it. "Yeah absolutely, I need clothes and I know you do too. So why not?" he says biting into his bread. "What about the money?" I ask. "Don't worry I have enough to buy at least twenty attires" he says with a wink. "I wouldn't spend all your money on clothes" I say smiling.

We go shopping and obviously it is no mall or anything. He takes me to a boutique where he tells me the clothes are comparatively cheap but royal quality. We get a few 60's vintage clothing for me and his suites as well.

After coming home he goes straight up to his room and plays the guitar and I sit down to decide today's menu for dinner because it had to be special as Peter is supposed to come. Making food for guests in not something uncouth for me but when I actually begin to think, it all started falling apart. I can't think of anything that is going to tantalize the 60's flavour with the ingredients I have. My knowledge about the 60's cuisine is limited and I feel a little stupefied at the moment. Later I come up with a menu and it sounds fine to me, I don't know if it is the 60's but the dishes can thrive on the ingredients I have. I spend the rest of the afternoon preparing the dishes. At around six I finish with all the cooking and I sit down finally catching my breath. Chris comes down wearing a neatly ironed mob suite. The phone rings and he run to receive the call. "Hello, yeah... of course....okay see you soon" he says and hangs up. After he hangs up he says "He is on his way. I think you should go change" I nod and go up to my room. I change into a teal coloured dress which ends a little above my knee. I brush my hair and the natural curls at the end of my hair enhance themselves as they are accompanied by the teal colour. With the make-up products available I decide to enhance my face that looks pale and masochistic. I sit down in on the little round chair in front of the mirror, I try to recall the type of makeup the woman wore and I try to imitate it. The long winged eye liner a bronze eyeshadow and lots of mascara for long lashes. I apply a light lipstick as I don't have the rose red one.