Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 06

"Pink or violet?" I asked Liz to choose between the two tops I was showing her "I rather the pink one but then again the violet one seems better to go on a date"

"Why don't you take the violet one but in pink?" Liz suggested as she tried on a pair of sunglasses and posed when she looked at me.

"What if they don't have it in pink?"

"Then we find another top" she answered -I wished I was as practical as she was! "Go now, ask if they have it!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" I said and ran to ask the shop assistant if the top I wanted was in the colour I wanted.

Everything seemed so surreal! I was shopping for a nice new outfit to wear on my date with Mark Owen. And with his money, of course. It somehow didn't seem right to be spending his money and I first felt he was buying me as if I were some prostitute or something, to then make me feel I was obliged to be with him.

But then I thought how stupid it was to believe that... It'd be actually funny that Mark Owen had to pay to get that, as he surely could get all the action he wanted from any girl, without really needing to take her on a date first. So then my thoughts varied from the 'prostitute' thing to the 'date' thing, making me have for the first time serious thoughts about it all.

Why would he want to take me on a date after what had 'almost' happened in Mr. Deluca's office? There was no need to buy a huge condom box and start playing that sick flirting game as Liz stared at us, almost as puzzled as I was then.

"What cha thinkin' 'bout?" Liz asked me when she found me in the middle of the store with the violet top... in pink.

"Why?" I asked frowning.

"Why what hun?" she asked back and grabbed my arm so I would pay for the top.

"Why the bother? I mean... why does he want to take me out on a date if we almost---" I trailed off and then remembered I hadn't told Liz anything about that.

 Yet.

"Liz... I may have to tell you something" I told her as I picked the bag the salesclerk was giving me.

"Sure hun, spit it all out" she told me carelessly as we went down the escalator.

"I met him earlier today" I burst out "When I was going to get the mop...? I bumped into him and I hid him in your dad's office."

The look on Liz's face said it all: she was damn well confused and probably a thousand thoughts were going about in her mind, trying to put together what she had seen that afternoon and what I was telling her then.

"I kissed him... actually, he kissed me first and then I kissed him back" I went on as my hands accompanied every word I said "And then one thing led to another and well... we---"

"Oh my god!" Liz exclaimed with her eyes almost popping out of their orbits and taking her hand to her mouth.

"No no!" I quickly said as we walked out of the mall "Because we didn't have... what he bought"

"Candies?" she asked and I shook my head. And when I did that she gasped and looked astonished in the distance, walking towards my car, not stopping for a minute but in silence.

That was one hell of a story to tell your grandchildren I thought as I opened the rusty door of my car and threw my shopping bags in the backseat. Liz was still not talking so I figured out it'd be better if I didn't say anything until she spoke again, so I started the car and turned the stereo on.

On our way to the mall we were listening to a Take That cassette Liz had recorded for me as I couldn't afford buying it since I didn't have a job and my father didn't give me money to buy any casette I wanted. He always said that the music I liked was for stupid people, that I should better start listening to music from my country and not from that one.