Mars? Yeah Right!

Chapter 3

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As soon as the  door closed, a deafening silence fell over the kitchen. I deliberately avoided looking directly at Kevin, peering at him from out of the corner of my eye instead. He looked as uncomfortable as I felt. Aargh, this was so frigging akward!!! All I wanted to do was run from the room screaming as I went. Another five minutes of painful, agonising quiet ticked by.

Finally, I decided I'd had enough. I took a deep breath, then turned to face Kevin. "So."

I swear, from the way he jumped in his chair, you'd think I was after stabbing him in the arse with a freaking pencil. 

I sighed. God this was torture. "So," I started again. "Any craic?"

He blinked at me a couple of times and looked as if I'd just asked him to name all the prime numbers known to the universe. "Uh...no, not really. How about you?"

Damn. I'd been hoping he wouldn't ask me anything like that. You'd be surprised at how often I have to answer with 'nothing' when people ask me what I normally do. See, I'm a notoriously fat-ass lazy person. Once I read ten books in two days.  Not exactly the most exciting lifestyle in the world. Teresa reckons that one of these days I'm going to try to get up from the armchair in the sitting room only to find it's fused with my arse.

 Plus, I've recently found myself to be addicted to all those panel shows on that weird channel Dave. I think I've probably seen every episode of Mock the Week ever created.

So, as you can imagine, the only reponse I could give to this newly discovered hottie extraordinaire when he asked me for news was the amazingly witty reply of  "Uhh....I got my hair cut yesterday."

Genius.

But it was true, I had. And I seriously had nothing else to tell the boy about due to the fact that I have a totally non-existant social life. I mean, if he'd asked me what was my favourite Scenes We'd Like To See of all time, then maybe we could've had a decent chat.

But he didn't.  

So it really wasn't surprising that all attempts at chit-chat died a death when I revealed my 'news'. The akward silence returned once again.

Then, after a suitibly excruciating period of time, Kevin broke it. "You look...different."

The hell? He hadn't seen me in half a blimmin' year!! Of course I looked different!!!! What class of an eejit was this guy anyway?!

Don't panic, I didn't actually say any of that out loud (Though I can't say I wasn't tempted to). Instead, I decided to unleash my inner sparkling conversationalist (What? You don't have one?) and reply with "Yeah. You to."

I kill myself. I really do.

Fortunately, Kevin seemed to be lost in the land of monosyllables and appeared not to notice, since he just went "Yeah," and scratched his ear. The charmer.

I think that was when I suddenly remembered the reason the two of us were thrust into this hellhole of a situation: physics. I decided to nip the (Cough cough) scintillating conversation in the bud. "So...should we get started then?" I asked, staring pointedly at my science textbook. With the look of a man that was beset with some distracting internal turmoil, Kevin gave a start and, for a second, stared like he had absolutely no clue what I was on about. Then, light appeared to dawn and his expression cleared somewhat. "Oh, uh yeah, I mean, sure uh-"

I sighed and sat opposite him. Something told me this was going to be a long summer.

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