Cheryl's POV
She just sat there, staring at us. The silence was becoming uncomfortable.
"Say something Sarah"
"Kay is Kimberley?!! Kimberley is the 'mystery lass' you've been all gooey over for the last few months?"
I rubbed me neck again. Jesus. How long is this going to go on for? She was still looking at us with her 'I-
discovered-the-meaning-of-life' look.
"YES! OKAY! It's HER. Can we move on now? Why are you looking at us like that?"
"Why are you getting all defensive 'like that'?" she said calmly, still smiling all the way.
I took in a lungful of air and held it in, thinking of something to say, then released it. As usual, I had nothing.
"Damn. She's really gotten to you, hasn't she?"
"I just. It's just... I-"
"Cheryl. I think your friend is here. Tommy, I believe." Simon said through the window.
"Uh. Thanks, Simon, I'll be there in a minute."
"Tommy?" she said curiously. "Is he handsome?'"
I nudged her lightly on her arm. "You are weird, Sarah."
"You knocked out a lad and broke your hand in the process because HE was getting rough with your girl and I'm the
weird one? What's he doing here anyway?"
"She's not 'me girl' and it's 'fractured', actually," I said, trying to sound all clever, "He took me car last night" I
mentioned, as we both got up from the steps in the back yard, while holding up me hand, "Couldn't drive. He said he'd
bring it by sometime today."
"Oh ok. Is he handsome?"
I just shook me head and left her there. Sarah, the man-eater. "Hey! Wait up! Shouldn't you get dressed first?" she
called back.
"Why? He's just returning me car. It's not like we're going anywhere"
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I should have gotten dressed. What must she think of us? Some dirty loon who lounges around all day in school
sweatshirt and old cotton jogging shorts.
*Duck*! I should have listened to Sarah. I was suddenly feeling very silly in me 'outfit'. Did I even comb me hair?
"Hi Cheryl!" I heard the familiar voice and was it a slight hint of humour?
"Hey Tom, um, thanks for bringing me car. I really appreciate it," I said, as I saw Kimberley getting out of another car.
"No problem. It's the least I can do for someone who did what I've been wanting to do for months" I think I heard a
chuckle. "How are you feeling?"
"Uh-Huh " I wasn't this bad at stringing words together when she wasn't around. She looked so good, I think I was
staring at her with me mouth wide open. I felt a sharp little prod against me side. It was Sarah.
"Umph! What?"
Tom and Sarah both gave each other shrewd smiles and I heard their voices... "Hi, I'm Sarah"... "Tommy, pleasure"
Tommy was right. It was defiantly a pleasure. I was still lost in me happy place. Too lost to care, watching her as she
came towards us. I was too tongue-tied to say anything, too lost in that angelic face, those amazing eyes, those
perfectly formed breasts underneath the shirt, those really, tight pants and..Cheryl get your bloody hormones under
control, like right now..
"Hiya, you are Kimberley right?" Sarah greeted her warmly.
"Hello" she spoke hesitantly.
"Cheryl is right, you really are beautiful" Kimberley blushed and I wanted to kiss and kill Sarah at the same time.
Then I heard some more mumbling about something but I couldn't pay attention. The only sound I heard was me heart
pulsing like a machine, and the only thing I saw was her. Then, the only thing I 'felt' was another sharp nudge in me
side.
"Hi" I finally managed to utter out. More like blurt out. She smiled quietly. I think I heard giggles, but I was too gone
to care, then I heard nothing.
"How are you feeling?"
I feel like fainting. I feel like I should have dressed better. I feel like kissing you. I feel -
"I'm good" I said quickly. God, she makes us so nervous. I absently rubbed me neck again and bit me lip. I guess it's a
comfort thing. Why doesn't she look at us?
