that joke isn't funny anymore

unhappy birthday

i laughed uneasily when the neatly wrapped present was handed to me by my mother. my father was sitting on the sofa in the lounge (which you could access through these huge window like doors) watching the one o'clock news on the tiny tv. i carefully unwrapped the present and there inside it was a brand new camera.
"thanks dad." i said, looking over at him.
he nodded at me and turned to face his attention towards the tv again. my mother smiled at me and said "don't you think you'd best be going now? you don't want to be late."
i nodded my head and grabbed my bag and new camera and said my goodbyes and walked out of the door.

i walked to the train station and i knew that i was running a little behind schedule. i was fiddling around with my purse, trying to find my money (not looking where i was going in the process) and i walked straight into a tall man with a quiff.
"shit, sorry." i apologised.
"no, no it's quite alright. what's the hurry for?" he asked me and i couldn't help but feel as if i'd seen him somewhere before.
"i'm late for my train." i murmured.
"what train?" he asked.
"the 1:45 train to manchester." i replied.
he checked his watch and looked at me.
"it's the same train i'm getting. if we run, we might be able to catch it." he said, taking my hand and starting to run. i ran with him and we surprisingly made it in time to get the train.

i laughed slightly as we sat down and i looked at him.
"i'm morrissey by the way." he said to me, reaching out his hand for me to shake. i shook it and smiled at him.
"i'm evelyn." i said with a smile.
"that's a beautiful name." he smiled, pushing his glasses up.
"thank you. also, is your name really morrissey?" i questioned.
he laughed slightly. "so you're a fan of the smiths then, i'm guessing?"
"the smiths! that's where i recognise you from! you were on top of the pops last week, swinging gladioli around like a madman!" i said, a sense of realisation in my voice.
he laughed softly "yes, that's my band, the smiths. what did you think of the song?" he questioned.
"oh it was great. you've got a great singing voice and the guitar work was amazing." i smiled.
he blushed slightly. "thank you."

as the train juddered to a halt after an hour or so, i stood up and grabbed my bag. i looked over at morrissey and sighed slightly.
"you coming or what?" i asked with a laugh.
he smiled and picked up his bag and got up, intertwining his hand with mine and we got off the train together and stepped onto the miserable concrete platform which was deserted at the time.
i looked up at morrissey and smiled to myself.
"say, evelyn. would you maybe like to come and meet the rest of the band?" he questioned.
"i'd love to." i smiled, blushing slightly.
"let's go then." he said with a smirk and lead me away from the platform.