“I CANNAT BELIEVE IT!”
An exasperated Nadine throws her hands into the air as, halfway to Cheryl's SUV, one of the bin bags containing her clothes splits, spilling its contents all over the garage floor.
“Oh dear” Kim sighs and moves in to help Nadine pick up the fallen garments, “it's a good job we're not doing this out on the driveway, the paps would be having a field day snapping away at your smalls!”
The Irish girl grimaces,
“I know, it's hard enough as it is without them following my every move”
Kim rubs Nadine's arm supportively, aware how apprehensive her friend is of living on her own again, even if it is in a luxury penthouse apartment.
“You'll be fine...I know you'll not be in happy Homoville anymore...” she jokes, wrapping her arms around the younger girl, “...and it's only natural to be worried but me and Chezza are always here for you”
“Aye, we are and you're not too far away from us” Cheryl agrees emerging from the main part of the house with some small boxes, “these are the last ones, I'll get us car keys then we can get going”
A while later...
“It's certainly impressive, there's plenty of space” Kimberley observes, placing a box down as she gazes around the large apartment.
“All mod cons too” she continues, nodding her head towards the futuristic looking kitchen.
“Yeah, well, I thought I'd better go for the best money can buy seeing as how I'm going to be here all on my lonesome...I don't want to be wasting away” the Irish girl jokes, raising a palm to her forehead dramatically, “poor Nadine...all sad and alone”
Kim starts laughing at her grinning friend.
“Stop milking it you drama queen! You'll be fine” she repeats, “it'll be like the Playboy Mansion in here soon with all the hot girls you'll be pulling!”
“FOOKING 'ELL!”
They both turn round to see a knackered Cheryl stumbling in through the door, struggling under the weight of two bin bags that are nearly as large as she is.
“Aww...pookie...you didn't need to carry two up yourself, I was just on my way down” Kim exclaims.
“Doesn't matter, I'm here now, you're all done and I could murder a cuppa!” Cheryl smiles dumping the bags and plonking herself down heavily on Nadine's new settee.
“Very ladylike...” the Irish girl teases looking at the Geordie splayed out on her couch, legs akimbo.
“Tell me again, how did it take everyone so long to figure out you were a dyke?!” she jokes as Cheryl smirks and gives her the finger.
“Yeah, she's not THAT obvious” Kim agrees, settling herself next to her girlfriend.
“I mean I had to talk her out of going bald, wearing dungarees and Birkenstocks but apart from that...” she trails off as the brunette sticks out her tongue and jumps on her.
“You cheeky sod! As if I'd ever shave off me hair or wear them horrible shoes! And, as I remember, you were the last one wearing the dungarees!”
Kimberley lets out a surprisingly high girlie squeal as Cheryl, straddling her, starts tickling her sides.
“I think dungarees can be quite sexy” Nadine muses, shaking her head at her two friends as they start rolling around on the couch playfighting.
“Mind the fabrics they're expensive!” she shouts over her shoulder as she carries a bag into her new bedroom.
Ten minutes later the Irish girl returns to find them still on the settee, snogging rather than fighting.
