Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 02

Where would I go first? To Liz's or to Gre's? Or should I just park the car somewhere and sleep there? I looked at my black leather watch and it said it was 8pm, still not too late to knock on one of my friend's doors. I suddenly remembered Gre had invited Liz and me to her house that night to celebrate school was over, but dad didn't let me go there arguing that I had to have dinner with my family. I then drove down her street and parked outside her house -there was light inside- so I ventured my self out of my car and stepped onto the porch of her house, thinking about it twice before ringing the bell.

"Oh, hi Angie!" her father Frank greeted me "I thought you weren't coming today"

"Hmmm yeah... well... I talked into dad and finally convinced him" I slyly told him as I saw my blond friend poke her head out of her room when she heard the doorbell ringing.

"Aaaaangiiiiiiiiiieeeee!" she enthusiastically shouted with a broad smile on her face as she hurried herself down the stairs, Liz following her.

"Heeeey" I said and hugged them in turns as if it had been years since we had last met "What you were up to?"

"Just talking upstairs" Gre told me "You had dinner already?" she asked and I nodded as her parents were still in the room. I wouldn't tell my friends what had happened at home as long as Gre's parents were there, so as soon as she hurried upstairs I followed her.

"Who do you think is hottest?" Liz asked going back to the topic they were discussing before I rang the bell "­Howard Donald or Mark Owen?"

"Huh?" I was still thinking about my mum and brother when she talked to me.

"Earth calling Angie!" Greta joked "Are you alright honey? We're talking about guys!"

"Oh yeah... right..." I said trying to remember if my ear had caught any name they had said "Mark Owen" I told them and I saw a 'I told you' smile on Greta's face.

"Oh come on! He's no better than Howard!" Liz complained

"But he's cuter" I replied to my friend as Greta went through some magazine she had found in the back of her closet "Didn't you see that picture of Mark where he's all covered in kisses and is biting his lip?"

"Duh! Of course I did, it was me who gave it to you!" Liz said and let her body fall heavily on Greta's bed.

Gre was chewing gum and blowing bubbles with it as she read the old magazine she had found in her closet and Liz was staring at the poster of the Kids that Greta had stuck on the ceiling. They were normal teenagers: thinking about random things, not worrying about anything but going shopping, listening to the hottest music or hiding a pimple which would threaten to ruin your date with a hot guy from school.

But I wasn't like that anymore... I was an emancipated woman now (well, an emancipated miss as I still hadn't... ermmmm... shared my [i]strawberry[/i] with any guy). I knew that since that moment onwards, my brains would have to worry about non-random things: I had to take care of myself, get a job and a place to live. That wasn't going to be an easy task as I hadn't ever been in need of doing so.