Three Years On

Chapter Twenty-One

Hey guys, so I know I sent a message saying that I wouldn't be uploading untill next Wednesday, but guess who found time in her busy schedule to write a new chapter, and one I really like too! This time I really won't be uploading till next Wednesday :L 

This one's dedicated to danaeloy this time, for her helping to get me to 1,000 votes on Three Years, Five Months and Eleven Days. 

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     They made their plans easily enough, Debby’s mum was cool with her going to Warwick, so they packed some clothes, and the next morning drove away. Michael had a really good feeling about the trip as they started the long drive, but Debby, clearly didn’t.

     ‘Do you think your friends will like me?’ she asked again- it was the same question she’d repeated over and over since the day before when they’d decided to go.

     ‘I know they’ll love you,’ he reassured her, for the millionth time. He kept his eyes glued firmly on the road, concentrating.

     ‘Michael?’ Debby said, sounding worried. He didn’t say anything, just grunted in acknowledgement that he was listening. ‘You need more petrol,’ she told him.

     He didn’t need to glance at the dashboard to see that she was telling the truth, but he couldn’t help himself. ‘I know,’ he told her, looking back at the road.

     ‘Well, there’s a stop right there, let’s go get some,’ she said, pointing to the junction turning off the M4 about a hundred metres in front of them. When he didn’t say anything or start moving into the left-hand lane, she cried ‘Michael! We need to stop, what are you doing?’

     He let out a small sigh, and flicked his indicator on. Debby didn’t say anything until the car was parked at the pump and they both climbed out. He looked at her over the roof of his car and she frowned. ‘What is it Michael?’

     He looked at his hand, resting on the deep red top of the car. The red made his skin look extremely pale. He looked up at Debby again. ‘I don’t have any money,’ he admitted. ‘Like none.’

     ‘What d’you mean?’ she asked, her expression sympathetic. ‘You must have some money.’

     He shook his head. ‘No, none. I spent my entire student loan for last month, and that was my last one, because I’m not a student anymore,’ he explained. ‘I don’t have an income or anything, so it’s not like I have any other way of getting money.’

     Debby’s lips parted slightly, and she looked like she was going to cry. ‘I’m so sorry Michael, why didn’t you just tell me?’ she asked.

     Michael shrugged. ‘I kind of forgot,’ he admitted. ‘At Beth’s, I didn’t have to pay for anything, Dee was feeding me, and I was staying there for free. It was so easy that I forgot about not having any money. I only just remembered when you told me I needed petrol.’

     Debby moved around the car, and gently took his hand in hers. ‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘I’ve got you covered.’ With that she dropped his hand and moved around to the boot of the car.

     ‘What do you mean?’ he asked, as she started rootling around in her handbag. She straightened again, this time with a Valentino purse in her hand and slowly slid out a card.