Cre8ive

Chapter Four: April 2001

April would be the month that I focused on Sophie. Sophie seemed harder to crack than Olivia was. Sophie had that "I-don't-care-about-anything" aura about her and definitely was a bit difficult to get along with. However, her lyrics were deep, meaningful art compared to Cre8ive's other crap music was. I decided to break through that tough exterior and crack open the seed inside the avocado.

Sophie and I had met up for lunch at the Portrush Hotel, an Irish pub in Norwood. I had in front of me a large, hearty schnitzel and chips, whilst she had a massive plate of haggis laid out before her. Whilst I slowly sipped my Guinness, she wolfed down an Irish coffee. I wasn't very fond of Guinness, but it was the only beer there that didn't sound completely revolting.

"How are you enjoying your schnitzel?" she asked, deadpan.

"I've had better." I scoffed.

"Ugh! Even when you're talking about schnitzels, you're a pretentious dick!" she scoffed.

She rolled her eyes as she took another bite of the haggis. I wanted to puke looking at it.

"Excuse me? You're the one eating sheep guts!" I laughed.

She angrily stabbed her haggis, giving me a death glare.

"The thing's already dead, you dick! If I were a sheep, I'd rather my guts be eaten than left to rot and decompose..."

I winced just picturing some poor sheep's insides getting decomposed and eaten by hungry flies.

"Y'know, it's funny how we're at an Irish pub, yet neither of our meals are actually Irish. Like, I'm eating a schnitzel, which is German, and you're eating haggis, which is Scottish..." I pointed out.

"Nah, haggis is totally Irish..." Sophie argued.

"No, it's actually Scottish..."

"No, it's Irish!" Sophie shouted, adamant.

"Anyway, that's irrelevant."

I figured now would be a great time to bring up the song she wrote. I was wrong.

"I found a song you wrote... Bring You There?"

"Don't mention it." Sophie said, bluntly.

"It was a really good song!" I said, cheerful, "Like, it was so beautiful and poignant."

"Cool." she said, passive-aggressive, "I didn't want anybody to find it, but cool."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry..."

"Where'd you even find it?"

"It was lying on the bus underneath the seat in front of me..."

"And you decided to just randomly pick up this piece of paper and read it?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Couldn't you have figured out that it was personal and stopped reading it?"

"I'm so sorry, Sophie! I didn't know..."

"Can you just leave?" she said, angry, "You're fucking annoying! Such a dickhead!"

"Sophie, I'm really sorry!" I cried.

"Don't start me!"

"Sophie..."

"Just fucking leave, Kevin!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Stop fucking apologising! Just go already!"

"Do you want me to pay?"