Waking up was a tough task the next day. I was woken by the extremely indiscreet building works going on in our neighbours' house next door. The drilling droned on for the whole morning, interrupting my plan for a peaceful morning of sleeping.
Perhaps it was a good thing, a blessing and a curse. I would not have got out of bed, threw on clothes and voluntarily walked out of the house to the corner shop to grab the paper if they hadn't been making such a racket.
My dad, the usual victim of the paper run, was relieved to see I would be the happy person to take his job. When I say 'corner shop' I was not implying it was on the corner of my street, but just a corner. It happened to be a good 15 minute walk into town, and the only corner shop in our village. By he time I got there I was sweating profusely from the swelteringly hot heat - yes, it was 27 degrees which was too hot for England. We were not used to the heat of the sun, beating down on all of us, as if to state its angry existence by giving you red marks that indicated the dreaded sunburn.
And I was sporting some at that moment. The last few days had been hot, significantly hotter than any other April in history for the last ten years.
I padded my way into the shop, pausing at the cold drinks aisle and confectionary aisle. No. Not to get distracted. Then something caught my attention.
Pretzels.
"Hey." I whipped around to find the boy from the night before standing behind me with an odd assortment of McVities biscuits, a packet of Walkers Prawn Cocktail crisps, Rice crackers, and a one litre bottle of Coca Cola.
"Oh, hello." I paused to mentally gawk at my own words. Oh. Hello. Classic. You. Rose. Keep the conversation going, why don't you?
"You were at the concert last night, right?" he chuckled.
"Yes, I was. I really enjoyed hearing, er, Lennie play. Wow, at that age - so much talent." I gestured to the boy who played the Bach, who was currently standing outside waiting for this strange boy to hurry up. I was silently praying I hadn't said the wrong name. I'd read it on the concert programme when we'd got home.
"Lennie's my brother. Yeah, we were really proud of him." Lennie proceeded to enter the shop, whining about how his brother was taking so long. I turned away, back to my pretzels, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.
"I'm Troy. Nice to meet you." Troy waved briefly before Lennie pulled him away to pay.
I didn't even get a chance to say "Hi, I'm Rose."
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Finding Troy
Romance"I don't know where we stand." Rose's eyes locked into his. "This isn't normal, this isn't what it's supposed to be like, and I feel like I'm weighing you down. All the time." Tears pricked his eyes, as he took a seat on the bench, gazing out at the...
