I Got My Heart On You (Ronan Keating / Michael Graham / Boyzone) Fan Fiction

Twenty Three

"Oh look it's the two lovebirds" said Gregg as we entered the kitchen together. I shot him a filthy look and Kim nearly spat her toast across the table. I winked at her as she looked at me dumbfounded. "I'll fill you in later" I mouthed. 

Mick released his arm from mine and went to put the kettle on. "Tea Vic?" 

"Please" I nodded. I grabbed a seat at the kitchen table and sat next to Keith who was eyeing me suspiciously. "What?!" He leant in closer to me and whispered in my ear. 

"I thought you fancied Ro" I swallowed and turned to him, shaking my head.

"Whatever gave you that idea?!" I asked. Keith shrugged. 

"I dunno. So what's the deal with you two?" he whispered again. 

"We're going out for dinner, and I guess we'll see.." I whispered back with a grin. "Well....good luck" 

"Thanks Duster"

We all spent a good few hours at Mikey's just chilling out and trying to get rid of our hangovers. Eventually Mick said he wanted to go and sort some stuff out for the studio he was extending on the side of his house. 

He said we were welcome to stay, and looked directly at me as he said it.

But I quickly realised that I needed to sort stuff out if I was going to be ready for him tonight, so I shared a taxi back to mine with Kim and Keith. Keith lived further out of the city towards Malahide, so he had to go past my house to get his. 

Kim started her interrogation as soon as we got in the car, as I pretty much knew she would.

"Soooooo"

"So?" I raised an eyebrow at her. 

She thumped me on the arm. "Come on Sayer. Spit it out!!"

"Sorry" I grinned. "But there's not a lot to tell to be honest. We kind of got on well yesterday and he invited me out to dinner tonight" Kim squealed and I laughed. 

"Oh my god Vic. I'm so pleased for you. You need someone nice to take you out after Rick"

"No offence..." 

I smiled. "None taken. And he is nice isn't he?" "he's a true gentleman Vic. You're going to have a brilliant time. I can feel it".

The car dropped me off outside my house and Keith and Kim waved as I walked away. I let myself into my house and made myself a cup of tea whilst trying to think what the hell I was going to wear tonight. 

I relaxed for a bit, sipping my tea thoughtfully and flicking through a magazine.

Then decided that I wither needed to raid my wardrobe pronto, or go shopping. I trudged up the stairs and walked into the spare room that was being used as a kind of walk in wardrobe. I riffled through the rail containing my dresses, and skirts and sighed, I had loads of clothes, but couldn't find anything I liked. 

And then I saw the perfect dress, but drew a sharp breath as I realised where it had come from and the last time I had worn it. It was the purple Dior dress that Rick had bought me, along with the louboutins. 

To wear or to burn? That was the question. 

I sighed and sat on the floor of the room as I tried to figure out what to do.

I sighed to myself, removed my mobile phone from my jeans pocket, dialled Keith's home number and waited impatiently for the call to connect.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Duster, can I speak to Kim? I might need to borrow her for a bit"

"Sure thing"

I heard him yelling for her.

"Hello?"

"Hiya hun. Would I be able to borrow you this afternoon for a bit?"

"Sure thing, I'll get Keith to drop me 'round"

"Sure?"

"Positive"

"Thanks hun, you're a lifesaver"

There was a pause. "Are you ok Vic?"

"I'm fine Kim" I said, more certainly than I felt. "I'll see you in a bit"

I ended the call and remained on the floor, lost in my thoughts. I must have been there a lot longer and a lot more upset than I thought as the next thing I know the doorbell is ringing and I'm wiping away stale tears from my face.