Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

I Don't Care

Doctor Nate stood on the doorstep, John had seen him through the front window but ignored the tap on the glass by the door and turned to sit back lazily on the couch to watch telly.

Louise walked in, bundled in the deep purple peacoat with black short skirt hidden beneath and sheer stocking covered legs. Baby wrapped warmly in cream woollen cap, jacket and pants and black patent shoes, why she had shoes on he didn't know, it wasn't like she was going to up and walk anywhere.

"John why didn't you let doctor in" Lou chided him but he ignored her, instead turning the telly up a couple of notches and settled back in the chair as Lou answered the front door. "Hello Nate, thanks for stopping by and giving us a lift"

"My pleasure Louise and this little one is looking very adorable this morning, aren't you sweetie. Morning John..." Nate was being his charming self and John was pissed, deciding to mimic the doc in silence with arm movements, mouthing what Nate had said and eye rolling, then wave a sarcastic silent morn in return. Nate watched the display and chose to ignore the Beatle and pay attention to Lou instead.

Louise had tried to get John to come along today but he was being a child himself, not wanting to be involved with the baby whilst she had her immunisations and monthly checks. "Last chance coming with us or not Johnny?" Lou had given Nate the baby and they headed off to the doctor's car. Lou was now leaning on the end of the couch.

"Not Louise. I hate needles and all that poking and prodding" John thought it was a valid point and didn't think anything of saying no.

"And you think I like holding her down and them hurting her, I cry buckets every time but it's got to be done. It would be nice if you came and gave some support" Lou sat on the seat beside John taking in his grimace, he was a bloody big baby himself, messy, loud and full of shit. John sat silent brooding about Nate holding his baby "No? Alright then doctor's rooms, chemist for paracetamol.." Louise stood and walked to the door "oh and then lunch with Nate as arranged. Bye John"

The door closed and he threw a pillow and his packet of smokes at it 'she isn't mine, don't bother you don't care, I don't care' running through his head like wheels turning, the words flew round and round incessantly.

And he didn't care that much really. He had a date tonight with a little minx that had fluttered past while at the Top of the Pops rehearsals all eyeliner and legs in a indecently short red mini skirt. She found her way round his pipe in the men's lav a few minutes after they met and he was sure as eggs she could be very flexible evening entertainment as well.

John stood and walked to Lou's room, kicking the door open with his foot, standing in the doorway hands on the top of the frame, feet planted firmly.

Lou was just a dag, a dead boring dag now and let herself fall apart, her hair only got brushed this morn cause Mister Suave the doctor was rolling up in his shiny slick Jag. John had noticed she used his razor in the shower too, and it wasn't for her beard. It irked him for nothing and everything, not the razor, he could put up with that once in a while, but with his annoyance at himself, over her.

Sure she was a dag, but she was Lou. The girl that knew him inside and out, he trusted her, he wanted her here now to listen like she did so well and offer remedies to all his miserable problems.

She could toss words at him if he was empty and trying to fill a lyrical hole without hardly a bat of her eyelashes or she could solve three down over his shoulder while pouring tea in the cup beside him. She also could drop him and his sharp tongue to silence in one stare and have him cleaning the bathroom with a point of her finger.

But today she was out with Nate, getting the baby immunised, having lunch, being escorted to the pharmacy. Nate would see her stocking covered legs as she shifted her skirts position in the Jags heated leather seat, Nate would hold her elbow to cross the street, hug her to him when the baby cried. 'Fuck it' John thought as he landed with a thud on the couch, laying flopped and flipped out, over his dumb mind wondering.

The deal was: they shacked up, no sex, no love, just co habitation as Lou had typed on the paper. All signed, all having a copy to file in their important expanding document files.... probably filed under P for phoney in Lou's, under L for loons in Paul's (Paul had the master copy in case he or Lou decided to burn the flat down) and John...John had not filed his, it was sitting tucked in behind a tenner in his wallet.

Lou wasn't fucking Nate he knew that... he heard her...heard her making her tightly woven womanly sounds in her room some nights, even Paul wasn't nailing her now, to which he was relieved but he couldn't bring himself to open his gob.... To ask her out, ask her to sit with him and watch the damn news at six, ask her for a kiss as they smiled and made cute baby noises at the little 'en together, over the railing of the cot.

He was afraid.

He was afraid of her freezing him....of slicing his manhood off with a piece of paper from her document file.