Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

"Kimberley!"

Putting down the tin of beans she was holding, Kimberley made her way to the front of the shop. "Yeah," she said, her lips curving into a smile as she spotted a familiar face. "Cheryl! What are you doin' here?"

"I thought I'd pop in since I don't have a class until later. Took me ages to find though," the Geordie smiled back. Kimberley had told her the street, but she never told her their were another ten cafe's situated there aswell.

After introducing Cheryl to Nicola, Sarah and Nadine, Kimberley took a break, and escorted her over to one of the tables, where they both sat down.

"So . . . can I get you something to eat?" Kimberley smiled.

"I'm not really . . . " Cheryl started, but soon stopped when she saw the look on the girls face. "A club sandwich, and a bottle of water," she smiled.

Kimberley nodded, and got up from her seat. "I'll be right back."

As Cheryl was waiting, Nicola sat down infront of her.

"Hey," the redhead smiled.

Cheryl smiled. "Hey . . . Nicola right?"

Nicola nodded. " Yeah."

"Sorry. I'm sh*t with names."

The redhead laughed. "Don't worry about it. Kimberley said you own Tweedy's!"

What is it with all these people. Sure Cheryl had done well for herself, and her dance school was highly appreciated, but it wasn't that big a deal . . . was it?

"Yeah," Cheryl smiled, her big yellow jumper, that she had took off due to the heat, giving it away.

"I've always wanted to go to a dance class their ever since it opened!"

'Aww that's sweet,' the Geordie thought to herself. Although she did get a lot of older people in, she still though it was funny that a grown woman wanted to go to her dance school. "Come to one then," she smiled.

Shaking her head, Nicola sighed. "Can't afford it."

Cheryl knew her prices were quite dear, but to be took seriously they had to be. "Don't worry about that. Whenever you want to come along I'll take ya . . . free of charge."

The redhead looked on astonished. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"Course babe," the Geordie smiled. "Your Kimberley's friend. I'm sure I'll be getting to know you more anyway."

Squealing, Nicola shot up from her chair, and ran round to the Geordie's side. Leaning down, she pulled her into a hug. "Thanks."

"It's ok," Cheryl laughed, hugging the girl back.

"NO!"

Breaking apart, both girls turned to see Kimberley walking back with a large tray of food, Nadine and Sarah following behind her.

"Please Kimba?" they begged.

"I said no," Kimberley replied, shaking her head.

"Awk! . . . your such a wet blanket," Sarah complained.

Ignoring her completely, Kimberley sat back down, placing the tray on the table. "Am I missin' somthing?" she smiled, looking at Cheryl and Nicola.

The redhead grinned. "Your flatmates the best," she winked before walking off, and over to one of their regular customers, who hadn't yet been served.

"What was that all about?" Kimberley asked, placing the girls sandwich and water infront of her.

"Thanks. Erm . . . Nicola said she has always wanted to take a dance class at me school, so I told her to come along free of charge."

The blonde looked up, suprised. "Aww that was nice of you."

"Like I said . . . she's your friend, so I'll probably get to know her anyway."

Kimberley nodded. "Well thanks."

"No bother." Picking up her sandwich, Cheryl took a bite out of the side, mayonnaise dripping out, and onto her vest top. "F*ckin' hell!" she mumbled.

"You really are a cluts," Kimberley laughed, handing her a napkin.

"Tell me about it!" the Geordie replied, wiping the sauce away.

Reaching out, the blonde took hold of the girls hand after she had placed it back on the table. "How's the finger?" she asked, looking at the digit.

"Fine," Cheryl replied, looking down at their two hands.

"I really like that tattoo," Kimberley continued, tracing her finger over the ink marking.

"I've got plenty more."

"I saw the one on the back of . . . " the older girl started, but soon stopped. "Sorry."

"Aye . . . I'll be gettin' that one removed." Cheryl joked, trying to make light of the situation.

Kimberley smiled, happy that the girl was feeling better.

Cheryl had gone to her bed the night before after cutting her finger. As usual Kimberley got up for a glass of milk, and for the first time since the Geordie had moved in, there was no crying.

"What was that all about with you and the two girls?"

Kimberley rolled her eyes. "They want me to shut the shop tomorrow so they can go clubbing tonight. They want to take you out."

After taking another bite of her sandwich, Cheryl looked up. "Aww that was nice of them. I haven't been out in ages."

"So you would of went?" Kimberley asked, curious.

"Well I wouldn't normally go out on a Monday, but aye I would have."

The blonde thought for a while. It would be good for the girl to get out, and what would one day hurt.

"Well . . . if you wanna go . . .  I suppose I could shut the shop for one day."

"You really don't have to do that . . . "

"No it's fine," Kimberley butt in.

Cheryl smiled. "Your goin' to come right?"

"Of course. I wouldn't leave you in the hands of Sarah without supervision."

Both girls laughed.

"Good." Looking up, Cheryl gave the blonde a winning smile.