that joke isn't funny anymore

she's electric

i nodded my head with a laugh and he smiled back at me, before breaking into laughter himself. he rolled his eyes slightly at me and walked back over to my records. he picked up one of my singles and looked at it in dismay.
"you like elvis costello?" he asked.
i looked up from a magazine i was reading and nodded my head.
"he has some really good songs, that one song..what's it called..uh..alison! is really good."
he laughed and put the single back and continued to go through my records.
"frankie goes to hollywood? why did you buy this?" he asked.
"well when relax got banned for a stupid reason, i bought it. also cause of the fact it's such a good song." i said, walking over to where he was sitting and flicking through my records.
"are you gonna put anything on, or are you just gonna look and trash my taste?" i questioned.
"okay, okay i'll put something on." he said, continuing to flick through my records and found an album and placed it on the record player and skipped to a song. the song suburban relapse by siouxsie and the banshees started to play and i looked at steven in utter confusion.

"i thought you hated siouxsie?" i asked.
"and what makes you say that?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly.
i laughed "well, seeing as you hate robert smith's guts and he's great mates with siouxsie i just guessed that you hated her for that."
"well i do hate her. not for that reason though."
"why do you hate her then?"
"that's a story for another day." he said with a smirk.
i rolled my eyes and changed the record to patti smith's album, horses.

i sat back on my bed and sighed.
"what's wrong?" steven asked.
"i wanna come back with you. to manchester. but my parents obviously won't let me." i said, looking at the floor.
"pack a bag and we can pretend we're going out for food or something when in fact we'll be going to manchester." he said, walking over and sitting next to me.
i leaned my head on his shoulder and smiled.
"that sounds good. what would i pack though? do i pull a cyndi lauper and pack a change of clothes, a toothbrush and yoko ono's book?"
he raised an eyebrow. "you could do that. or just pack records or something."
"what's the point in doing that when you've probably got loads of great records?" i said.

"i'll tell you this now, your record collection is completely different to mine. so you won't like mine." he said, looking at the floor.
"okay, okay. i'll pack some of my favourite albums and some clothes." i said, reaching for the biggest bag i owned and stuffing a bunch of clothes into it. i walked over to my singles and flicked through them, choosing 5 of my favourites.
"aren't you going to bring any albums?" he asked.
"course i am. just dunno which ones." i said with a smirk.
he smiled "don't pack bad albums or i'll have to kick you out." he said with a smirk.
i rolled my eyes and reached for a few of my albums and carefully placed them inside my bag.

i turned to face him "what kind of books do you have?" i asked.
"well, most of it is stuff by wilde."
"oscar wilde?" i asked, raising an eyebrow.
"yes, oscar wilde." he said, rolling his eyes at me like i was stupid.
i sighed angrily and asked "do you own anything by shakespeare, may i ask?"
he shook his head "i've probably got a copy of romeo and julliet somewhere from my gcse's."
i sighed. "that's no use to me. i guess i'll have to bring my two favourite plays by him."

"so you like shakespeare then?" he asked, smiling at me.
"yeah, i find his work quite compelling and modern in a way."
"what's your favourite play by him?" be questioned.
"much ado about nothing. it's so hilarious and dramatic and i love it for that. right, enough talking i need to finish packing." i said, throwing two books into the bag and a torn up piece of paper.
"what's this?" steven asked, clearly intrigued by the paper.
"no. don't you dare touch that." i shouted at him.
he looked frightened, to say the least, in my sudden change of emotion. then i noticed the slight tears in his eyes, his eyes becoming redder and more bloodshot. i guess he'd never been exposed to this kind of emotion from other people.

"steven, please don't cry. please." i pleaded, going to sit down next to him.
he turned the other way, sniffling.
"steven please. i didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that piece of paper means so much to me and i don't want it getting ruined." i said softly.
he turned to face me, his cheeks stained with tears. i couldn't stand to see him like this. i pressed my lips up against his and his eyes widened. i pulled away almost immediately.
"i'm sorry, that was completely out of the question." i apologised profusely, staring at the floor.

"no, no it's okay." he said, laughing slightly.
i smiled "really?"
"of course. now come on, let's go to manchester." he said, smiling at me.
i wiped the tears away from his eyes and laughed slightly.
"you're a mess." i said with a giggle.
"so are you." he replied with a smirk.
i laughed "as if!"

i was busy going through my art books, trying to find one that was good to bring with me when i heard the faint voice of steven behind me.
"evelyn?" he asked.
i turned around to face him. "yeah?" i asked.
"i..i love you. be my girlfriend?" he asked, fidgeting with his hands.