Intellectuals and the opposite.

Looking fine

I woke up that next day, to a text from Clara. ‘Morning sleepy. Ring me when your up.xx’ I immediately dialled her number and hel the phone to my ear as it rung. Beep beep...beep beep.

“Hello?” She asked after picking up her mobile.

“Hey, Claire.”

“Oh hey lumpy. I was wondering when you would come out of hibernation.” She laughed.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want.” I rolled my eyes. “So what are we up to today?”

“Well why don’t you drive to mine and find out.” She stated, clearly amused.

“Ok. Be over soon.” I shut the phone and grabbed my jeans and t-shirt, chucking them on. I went into my wardrobe and pulled out a green zip-up, before running downstairs for my shoes.

“Where do you think you’re going young man?” Fatima’s voice came from behind me as I was lacing up my trainers.

“To Clara’s. Do you have any toast?” I turned once I was finished to see her drop a piece of bread into the steel toaster. “Thanks.” I sat down on the breakfast bar and tapped my foot as I waited for my breakfast. Finally the toast popped out and Fatima caught it one handed. She was pretty skilled if I must say.

“There you go son, now be a good boy. Are you home for dinner?” She rested both hands on the surface in front of me, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I’m not sure. Probably not, but I’ll ring before I come home.” I remarked.

“Sure. Enjoy the toast.” She ambled back through the kitchen doors and left me to munch on the last few mouthfuls of the buttered toast. I swallowed the last mouthful and hopped up from the breakfast stool. Quickly, I made my way down the grand hallway and grabbed my car keys before heading outside to my car.

 As I drove, I turned on the radio and blasted out ‘Rock star’ by nickleback. Call me sad, but I knew all the words. I pulled into Clara’s drive and slowly shut off the running engine. Pulling out my keys, I opened the door and got out. Clara opened the door as I was walking up the path to her house.

“Hey, Mr. Muscle. Looking fine today.” She grinned. I sped up my pace and once I reached her, slung her over my shoulder leaving her kicking her legs.

“Well, Miss Ambroise. Your looking quite fine today also, if I may be so bold.” I joked, slapping her on the bum.

“You can’t get much bolder than man handling me.” She grumbled.

“You love it.” I chuckled.

“Your right, I do.” She slapped my bum as well and I carried her into the house, shutting the front door with my foot.

“So then piggy. Where would you like to be placed? perhaps in the bath? Or in the sink?” I chuckled as she continued to kick.

“No, Maaaaaatt. Pleeease just let me down.” She whined. I tickled her chest and she wriggled more.

“Never.” I ran up the stairs and plonked her down inside her wardrobe. I abruptly closed the door, not giving her time to catch me, and slid down the white painted wood, shutting her inside.

“Matt. This isn’t cool.... If you let me out now, I will spare you the tickling.” She banged on the door. “Maaatt. Please.” I just sat there, shoulders shaking, as I silently laughed. I got bored after a while and went downstairs for a drink. I sat on the counter with the glass of lemonade.

About five minutes later, Clara came down the stairs and entered the kitchen, looking very, very angry.

“Matt Smith. You absolute bastard.” She smacked me round the side of the head.