Take Me Home: Chapter 1

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by higherdesireandfire

by higherdesireandfire

"Nina Martin is back." Fabian said excitedly to Patricia and Alfie, who were barely paying attention. "She's been back in America for like, 5 years, and now she's back. I have three confirmed sitings of her at this shopping centre."
"Fabian, I don't care about Nina Martin." Alfie said, eyeing up the lady at the counter.
Fabian rolled his eyes. Typical. "You gotta focus, Alfie. Nina Martin. N-I-N-A M-A-R-T-I-N."
"That was like, 6 years ago. You got truth or dared into a closet with the girl--" Patricia said.
"It was literally 7 minutes in heaven. And when we got out, she told everyone I was--"
"An amazing kisser," she finished. "We know."
"She did!"
"But, you didn't kiss her." She frowned.
"Which is what makes her so fucking awesome!"
"I've been hearing this story since we shared our mother's uterus!" Patricia groaned.
"But you're not re--"
"Don't do this." Fabian said, as Patricia did, too.
"Hey!" They said in unison.
"Come on!"
"Fuck!" They both muttered.
"You guys are really freaking me out." Alfie confessed. "I'm going to go ask her out." He walked up to the lady at the counter.
"You like music?" He asked her politely, looking around the store. CD racks upon CD racks littered the place, and it didn't look very clean. Someone had even left an empty Starbucks cup perched skillfully on a bin.
"I hate it." She glared.
"Yikes." Patricia said quietly.
"Swing and a miss-- oh god, Alfie. Not the book." Fabian said as Alfie reached in his pocket for a book. "Not the Art of War."
"You ever read Sun Tzu's Art of War?" Alfie asked. "I have. It's amazing. I'll give you my number..." He picked up a pen and wrote his number on the first page, and then handed it to her. She didn't look impressed. "Get it back to me. On a later date. Of your choosing. And we'll have a bottle of chilled white Zin." He lent back against a rack and it fell over, creating a domino effect of all the rest falling down, and almost literally causing a thunder cloud to appear over the girl's head.
"I'm free on Saturdays..." He continued. "Call me."