Best Friends?

Chapter 4

Hi been a while. I had to re-write this chapter because of technical difficulties. I try to keep the basic plot. Enjoy.

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Chapter 4 - The Party

Brett's POV

Christie didn't talk much after we bumped into Lilly at New Look, I sensed her mood and tried my best not to disturb her. It turned out my best wasn't good enough.

"What's wrong? When Lilly asked about us in the changing rooms, you went... different like when you want to keep a secret." I asked

"It's just... well... Lilly will spread that me and you go out now." She stammered

"And, she did that in Year 6 we just laughed at it."

"I know but the timing..." She stopped

"Timing? What? Chrsitie are... are you dying?"

"Whatt? No!" She laughed

"Oh, good," I sighed "So then what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" She screamed

I held my hands up in surrender. "Okay, let's not talk about in then."

"Lets." Then she sped onwards across a zebra crossing. I ran after her but keeping a slight distance until she cooled off.

We both walked up Christie's path to her house, she fished out her keys and opened the door.

"I'll go and get my stuff, you wait down here." She said dryly.

I sat down on the sofa. Christie's hous wasn't as big as mine but it felt homely which I liked about it. I looked around at al the pictures, there was one of Christie as a baby, her mother holding her up, both smiling. Another was of Christie's dad in an army uniform. He had dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes the same as Christie. His was smiling showing the dimples that resembled Chrsitie's.

"I'm ready." Christie called walking down the stairs.

"Okay." I say averting my eyes towards Christie, she clutched a purple bag over her shoulder.

"Well come on let's get our party on." She smiles showing her dimples which I'd just seen on the photo. I smiled back at her.

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Me and Christie walk up to my door which was left open. Dad must have forgot to lock it. I thought.

"You can use Dad's en suit." I say to Christie "Do you want anything to eat for when you come out of the shower?"

"Erm...I'll have a Brett special." She giggled. A Brett special was pasta, chocolate sauce and a side of vanilla ice cream. It strangely tasted good.

"Are you sure you are gonna be drinking?"

"Oh right erm I'll just have pasta and a tomato sauce."

"Coming up."

I took off the the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards taking out the necessary items. I went to the sink at the water went into the pan then I placed the pan on the stove and poured in the pasta and left to get a quick shower.

When I got out the shower, I grabbed a towel wrapped it around my waist and went downstairs to check on the pasta. Walking into the kitchen the smell of the pasta filled my nostrils. In a true Homer Simpson style I ogled the food, my stomach began to rumble. I grabbed the pasta sieve and poured in the pasta and water.

As soon as the pasta was on the plate I began picking at them taking the odd piece. Upstairs I could hear Christie in the shower, singing to Born this way, really well. I take out the sauce and pour a generous portion onto the pasta.