AN: Song for chapter, 'Go Slow ' by Haim.
Pulling up to Eleanor and James’ house, aka Bridget’s parents’ house, I wondered if Phoebe was going to be there. I honestly hoped she wouldn’t be, they’re quite good friends now and I just know they’d have talked, well there’s a chance.
A pretty ugly good chance.
“Rosie”
“Yeah? Sorry were you saying something?” I asked, rubbing my forehead for a moment.
“I said your name about three times. You look like you’re going to keel over and be sick. Are you okay?”
“Yes, yeah I’m um fine, have you got a lighter?” I asked, looking down the drive as we pulled up along the pebbled path.
“For what?”
“Sorry, do have any cigarettes on you?”
“Yeah, um about half a pack in the glove compartment. You sure you’re okay?” he asked as we got out.
“Yes, yes. I’m fine” I said, shaking the lighter.
“Fucksake it’s not working” I huffed, trying to light the cigarette.
“Here, wait, I’ll do it” he said, lighting it, I inhaled shortly after.
“What, what the hell was that?” he asked, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Nothing, nothing Ben” I exhaled, tapping the white stick in between my fingers, small embers falling to the ground.
“You’re all agitated all of a sudden, why?” he asked, batting away the white fog between us.
“I just, really um needed one, that’s all”
“You’re lying. You don’t get that agitated over a cigarette and your hand is shaking.” He sighed, I just couldn’t help but feel that something bad was going to happen. The feeling lingered in my gut and I wished it wouldn't, but those feelings stick around for a reason...right?
“Ben”
“Yes, Rosie”
“I’m alright, I just wanted some air”
“Right, if you say so. I get the impression whatever’s on your mind isn’t going to be public knowledge right now and I’d quite like to see what wedding related fun we’re going to endure for the next hour or so. You alright with staying just an hour? I’ve got a lot on tomorrow.”
“Yes, sure that’s fine, can’t say I’m thrilled either, and well an early night would be nice for once. I need a clear head for tomorrow too” I faintly said, stubbing out the cig before Ben rang the doorbell.
“Can you just, just be honest with me. What’s wrong? You were being funny yesterday, now you’re acting weird again. What’s wrong?” he sighed, a feeling of guilt swirling the acid in my stomach.
“I just. I can’t Ben.”
“Can’t what?” he asked, enveloped in confusion and annoyance, craving clarity and confirmation.
Before I could answer the door swung open.
“Rosie! Ben! Lovely as always to see you again, still on the old cigs eh darling?” Bridget’s dad James said, welcoming us both.
“I take it I won’t get an answer” Ben mumbled as we walked into the house.
“Yeah, I’ll properly quit one day, maybe” I said before greeting him. If I’m honest the only way I’d properly quit was if I was having a baby, or well trying for one otherwise I think I’ll keep making empty promises to myself, well that or if my health was compromised- more than smoking already does I mean.
STAI LEGGENDO
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