When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 4:Stefan

"...Have you ever seen a star so close?

Felt its heat?

It melts your very being.

Its light, so bright

that you forget everything

and live in the moment

melting till our very core."

Hmmm, it needs a bit of work. Someone knocked on the door so I quickly shoved the notebook underneath the bed then opened the door. It was only Ferka.

"Mum's calling you to help",he said.

"Sorry mate. I won't be a minute,"I said as I pulled a sweater over my head. He ran off to help with the food. It was cold out but not windy thankfully.

"Where were you Stefan?", asked Aunt Rhoda.

"Uh..um tummy bug,"I said.

"Why don't you tell Nana?"

"No I'm fine now." I cleared off sharpish before I had a piece of ginger with salt stuffed down my throat. It does work but it's horrid.

"Oye Stefan!!!!", called Elvis who was fiddling with the CD player.

"What is it mate?", I asked going over to him.

"The CD player's bust. Give us a hand. Would you?" I sat next to him and helped. I banged it three times. Tillie got my tool kit and then I pulled it apart and fiddled with the wires. Elvis watched clueless. He set up shops at the green fairs wherever we went. He was more of a sales man than a handy man. After straightening the wires out, I screwed the two halves back together.

"Cheers mate",He said.

"Any time", I said. Tillie took the tool kit and put it in the back of my truck. I got up and walked around the camp weaving around caravans, trailers and motorvans. Tara's gang were lurking around. I think they were reading 'Hello' or something. They waved. Tara a bit too flirtatiously, I think. I just nodded back. All of them were hot but Kyra, Mellie and Sen were married with three, two and four kids. I would never oggle Reya. she was like my sis when we were growing up. Then Tara...not too reliable to be in a relationship with even though I went out with her for a while.

Nana was standing and watching the woods. She was in a long frilly, pink skirt and a matching knitted pink sweater with shiny jewellery. I went and stood next to her. She continued looking at the woods without turning or aknowledging me.

"Stefan, I think there's some one watching in those woods." I narrowed my eyes but it was still too dark to see anything even though the lights in every caravan were on.

"I'll go see", I said. God knew who or what it was. What if it was a bunch of racist creeps up to no good? Oh God!!! I hope some one hears if I scream.

"Take a torch", she called after me. I turned the torch on my phone on an went searching.

My heart was pounding and I felt warm adrenaline coarse through me. I took a step. Dry leaves and twigs crunched. I was in. I looked around shining the torch.

"Okay nothing...just a bunch of trees" I pointed the torch to my right. "More tree...SHIT!!!" I almost dropped my phone. I steadied and pointed the light at the thing but it was a person. It was the waitress from the tea shop. She looked nice in the tiny light. Focus Stefan, said my conscience.

"What are you doing here?!!", I hissed.

"I..I'm sorry", she said. "I live on the other side of the woods like by the beach and I was just wondering what the commotion was about so I looked. I didn't mean to offend anyone."