Lloyd Parks sat in his large but vacanly empty flat. It was a big, stylish and neat room. He was sitting on a large sofa messing on his expensive phone playing games about stuff, downloading pointless apps and most importantly posting about his great life on his social network page.
Yet it didn't feel wholesome. It didn't fill him up or anything like that. And at the moment, only reaalising it now, he was without a job. And a girlfriend. And a pey. He was alone. For a moment he stopped to think if he was really happy. ''Meh'', he thought. He was too rich and powerful to care that much so went back to downloading apps.
After he finished downloading an application that would make his voice squeaky his phone rang. It was a call from Florence Hart.
He accepted the call. ''Hello''.
''Mr. Parks I need you to come down to the recording studios right now'', she grumbled into the phone.
He groaned. ''Ugh! Now? Is it urgent?'' Can it wait?''
''Afraid not. Since Hot Flames are kind of over now, such a shame, I've found a new girlband who are young and could use a good manager of your experience''.
He smirked at the compliment. She only really said it so she could suck up to him. She didn't need to. She owned the studio and the agency who commissioned all the managers. She just wanted to make him feel special although he was one of hundredas of managers.
He decided to get a taxi there as he was too lazy to drive. He was a reckless driver all the same. The taxi brought him to the studios. He quickly hopped out and headed inside.
Marie Watson sat in her hospital bed, warm and snuggled yet she was bored as hell. The nurses were kind and nice looking and very friendly. It annoyed her. They were all very smiley and lovely but very insistent.
''I suggest you take that pill and not that one'' or ''no, no i'm afraid I can't allow you to have that''. She was probably the only person to dislike nurses. Although they had keep her very supplied on books.
Marie loved a good read. Yet she'd zipped through them and have them finished in a matter of minutes. She had been given more than ten books and finished them in less than three days. It annoyed the nurses greatly.
She'd been given the news that she would be able to leave in a couple of hours. She had to wait for the final checkup, the paperwork and the other buts and bobs. Then she would be fine and ready to leave. She couldn't wait.
Some of the nurses had been told by the inspector to ask her every once in a while to ask her if she'd ever remembered anything from that night but alas the answer was often no. Sometimes she remembered snippets like crates and guitars and hoodies. Nothing that was of much importance to the case.
She tried her hardest to remember what the papers had said. They must have been very important if she had almost been killed over them.
There wasn't much hope of ever recovering the papers as the police suggested that the attacker had probably destroyed them. Well they caught their murderer she didn't have to worry about it again.
Hours passed by of humming pointless tunes, re-reading books and staring into space, a large gefty nurse with curly , dyed red hair approached her handing her a pile of clothe. ''Well you're able to go. Your head might still sting a little but if anything serious happens just give us a call sweety'', the nurse said smiling.
Marie gave her a false smile back and started to change into her clothes. As the nurse collected up all the books and newspapers the nurse piped up. ''Oh yes, a young man came to escort you out. Nice looking guy. 'e said his name was Rory''.
Marie looked up as she finished changing recognising the name. ''Rory? Rory Blink?''
The nurse grinned. ''I'm afraid he didn't say his last name deary''. The nurse pulled back the room escorting Marie out. Marie quickly dashed to the reception and saw Rory sitting up on a chair looking sleep deprived and hungry.
''Rory?'' He looked up at her slowly. He was wearing a hoody, jeans and slightly worn out trainers that were destroyed. He smiled at her. 'Hi''.
''Hi'', she replied awkwardly.
''I decided that I should come over and see how you were doing. Since nobody else had bothered with you I thought that I might as well''.
''Thanks. Do you want to go get a drink? Because I haven't had one in ages''.
He gave her a quick smile and pulled himself off the chair and they left the hospital side by side smiling like idiots. After they reached a local pub had a quick drink then as they strolled down the path Rory popped a question. ''So since we've been dropped from our record label we have to clear out some of our stuff. Do you want to come with''.
As odd a question it was she accepted. Rory told her the address, gave her the time and bid her farewell. He hopped down the street joyously and hailed a cab to his flat.
