When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 7: Millie

I hit brain freeze as I bit into a large chunk of Ben and Jerry's half baked ice cream. I seriously couldn't help being greedy with it. Stefan gave me a look.

"So Stefan, what do you do in your free time?", I asked.

"Drive". That was blunt. I put the spoon down.

"You do that when you work as well."

"Look, hurry up with the ice cream and we'll go." I put the spoon into the ice cream and passed it to him over the table.

"Have a bit", I said.

"No just finish it", he barked. I was about to pull the tray away. I saw him glance so I passed it back to him and folded my arms and leaned on the chair. He took a small bite. His expression smoothed out. I smiled looking down. He was a sexy stern young man but looked hotter when his face was calm. I pulled it back before he had a second bite.

"Get your own", I ordered.

"Alright I will", he said, got up and came after a while with his own ice cream. I was about to send my spoon into his. He pulled his cup away. "You're not having mine."

I frowned." You had a spoon of mine." So he passed it over. My spoon went past his ice cream into the waffle.

"I didn't have that big a spoon", he said. I shook my head at him. I snatched the spoon before he pulled his cup away and licked the spoon making enthusiastic 'Mmmm' sounds. "Real cute", he said sarcastically.

"Aww thanks", I rebuked jovially. His lips broke into a delicious crooked smile . I just played with the ice cream and he did with his too.

He was sweet the rest of the day, even patient as we went browsing through the clothe shops. He even voiced his opinion but not like 'My opinion rocks and your's sucks' like most guys would. We finally stopped at WH Smith and pored over the books. I decided to buy something and then I remembered Stefan was around some where. I found him in the poetry section with his head in a book called 'potpouri, the scents of life'. I read a poem over his shoulders.

"I'm stuck to this wire

in a glass box.

Expectations and hopes

poison me like chemicals.

My brain drained

of thought, of sight and hearing

I resist and lose even more.

But I won't give in....

I couldn't bare any more. "That is so depressing",I said. He looked up.

"There are lives like this,"he said holding up the book.

"What? People locked in glass boxes that try to put you in a vegetative state with chemicals."

"Think of it like this Millie, there's this kid whose forced to become ...a teacher when actually he or she is a good singer. Think about a college student who spent 5 hours on maths and then his .... dad then sticks his history book in front of him straight afterwards. It drains them of freedom, of imagination of a world that could be their's." I realised that this school drop out was no ordinary boy, but had potential." They lose that world and.."

"Get sucked of their senses and feel locked in a glass boxes", I finished for him. I was silent as he put the book on the shelf. "Is your life like that?", I asked softly.

"I've seen it and technically I'm not sure what my world is like. What about your's?"

I thought for a moment. "It's a bit of a struggle but there will be some way out like us becoming stronger or someone might help us on the way and they'll hold your hand in the next battle. You can't fight every thing by yourself."

"That's nice." Ferka rang to say his work was done. I payed for my book and we left. I asked him why he didn't buy the other book. He told me it would be a bit risky in case anyone else saw it in his caravan. We got down a stop earlier. I knocked on Mrs Hubbard's door and handed her the novel as her birthday present and told her to come to our place for tea. She thought her family had forgotten it was her birthday, poor thing. I told him he was welcome to come to her surprise party. He said he thought it a bit unwelcome so I  badgered him till he agreed and we walked to the white rose.