*Toms Point of view*
I look at the clock to my left. 5.10.
My phone goes off. ‘katy’
“hiya!” her voice comes through the phone.
“hey, how are you?”
“I’m good! Just getting ready for later.” I can tell she’s smiling as she speaks. The problem is that I’m not smiling back. I force myself into a cheery state. Last week I would have been so happy to hear her voice but now everythings a mess and I don’t know what to feel.
“oh cool! It’s at Harrisons right?”
“yeah! Have you been practising your ability to keep drink down this time?” She laughs as she speaks. I cringe at the memory. Well, I don’t really remember anything. It was months ago but the pictures on facebook still haunt me.
“I haven’t had time. I’ll still boss everyone.” I reply.
She laughs through the phone. “I’m sure you will.”
“So you’re going to meet all my other friends tonight.”
“yeah, I know! I’m kind of nervous.”
“oh, right.” I want to be able to comfort her but my mind is too much on my own problems. I’m so selfish, ugh.
“are you okay tom?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.. just got a headache.” I lie. For some reason I instinctively reach up and touch my head. It must be an acting thing.
“well I could come see you before I leave to Harrisons?”
“what do you mean?”
“I’m going earlier to help.”
Oh yeah. I forgot.
“I remember now. no, no its fine. I’ll see you at Harrisons okay?”
“sure. Come in and find me.”
“love you.” I say.
“love you too.” She replies, hanging up.
I sigh and walk over to my wardrobe.
I put on one of my favourite tops; its checkered and multi-coloured. Jeans or Chinos? I settle with jeans. And shoes? Red vans.
They’re my favourite pair so I’m hoping that no one will be sick on them. This time.
I grab my keys and phone, yell bye to mum and dad and leave the house.
I drive up to Saras and beep the horn.
The door opens and she peaks her face around the edge of it.
She shouts something but I don’t hear. I laugh and roll down the window.
“what?” I shout, moving over so I’m closer to the window.
“I’m not ready! You’re early!” she shouts back.
“what do you need to do?”
“I just need to put my shoes on.”
“I’ll wait here.” I reply, chuckling and rolling the window back up.
I reach out and turn on the radio. ‘Counting Stars’ is on. I resist the temptation to sing along incase anyone notices me as they walk past.
I hear her front door shut and look around. Wow.
She’s wearing a white dress that has flowers all over it and converse. Great. My girlfriend and her have the same fashion sense.
