The Girl In The Suit

Anne

Gemma and I walk to my house as quickly as we can, and when we burst in through the door and run into the sitting room, we find Alison there just watching The Fault In Our Stars.

"Ali, is everything OK?", I ask her.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. Freddie's OK. He's sleeping in the spare room. I just wanted to make sure you two are OK. Where were ye?"

"We went to see Bohemian Rhapsody with some friends we made at the disco. How's Fred?", Gemma says.

"Oh, I love that film! Saw it on opening weekend! He's OK, a bit down but he said he just wants to sleep, so I let him off. He's getting better though. Come sit down, the rooms nice and warm."

We sit down on the second couch, and we curl up together close. I look at Alison out of the corner of my eye and she winks at me. I mouth, "Fuck you", and I turn my attention back on the film.

When the film ends, and Gus dies, Gemma starts crying and I wrap my arm around her in comfort. Alison is asleep on the armchair. I put a blanket over her and Gemma and I head up to my room.

"So,", I say as I search my drawer for spare pyjamas, "what do you think of them?"

"Of  who?"

"Gabby and Tasha."

"Oh, they're lovely, adorable couple."

I smile. "Yeah, they are."

There's a silence, and I then find a spare clean Harry Potter pyjamas. I hand them to her.

She sighs, and holds the pyjamas in her hands.

"What's wrong?", I ask with concern.

"Nothing. I don't know. I was just thinking,", she sighs again.

"Just spit it out, its OK, you can tell me.", I say, and she chuckles nervously.

"Watching them, seeing them so happy and in love even at this age, and watching Tasha protecting Gabrielle so much, it made me wonder........could we be like them?"

I looked at her and bit my lip. I really didn't know what to say to her, but what I did know was that I was thinking about the same thing while I was with them.

"I'm sorry. You've done so much for me and I don't have the right to say that shit. I'll just sleep on the couch. I'm so sorry.", she says as she heads for the door.

I suddenly feel this urge inside of me, and it's saying, "Don't let her go out that door." I grab her arm and turn her around so that we're facing each other. She drops the pyjamas. She looks into my eyes, and she looks terrified.

I smile at her, and I know what to do. I put my hands on her neck.

"I think we've gotten to know each other well enough."