"Wake the fuck up Freddie!" Karen groans in annoyance as she flings Freddie's bedroom door open. "Dad wants you to.." she stops, her eyes glued to Ayla who slowly awakens from a deep slumber, her naked body tangled in Freddie's bed covers. "I'm sorry, do you know where Freddie is?" Karen asks quietly. Ayla looks next to her to see that Freddie has fucked off somewhere.
"No, sorry" Ayla replies, looking at Karen sternly, pissed that she woke her up.
"Oh okay, thanks" Karen gulps awkwardly as she closes the door gently. Ayla sighs and looks up at the mouldy ceiling, her head throbbing. She stands up and pulls one of Freddie's oversized jumpers on, moving over to the window to look into the garden below. She can hear Freddie and Cook talking from the shed and hopes that Karen doesn't find them because she would surely make a snide remark about 'a naked girl in Freddie's room', and she'd rather Cook not know because he'd surely have something to say about that. In all honesty, Ayla remembered little about last night and wanted to leave before Freddie came back to talk to her about it.
So she started collecting her things and shoving them in her bag. She keeps Freddie's jumper on because she can't find her own, pulls on a pair of fishnets and zips up her platform docs. Quitely she walks down the stairs and sneaks out the front door, lighting a cigarette the second she's outside. Her house was very close to Freddie's but she was incredibly hungry and was sure she would have to stop to get some food on the way. Her phone beeps. Emily.
Hope you had a good night. Mum's pissed at you.
Ayla wasn't surprised. Her mum was extremely protective and always wished to know as much about her daughters lives as possible. Ayla walks into a small run-down store to get a snack, knowing exactly what she is craving.
"Six doughnuts please," she smiles at the employee who stands behind the counter. He puts six doughnuts in a large paper bag and slides it over to her. They weren't all for her, she intended to share them with her mum, partially to be nice and partially to ease her mother's anger. The bell on the store door dings as an African boy walks in, grinning widely.
"6 pounds please," says the employee. Ayla digs through her handbag to find some money as the African boy steps forward to the counter.
"I bought this card for 120 minutes." he says "I speak for two minutes. Nothing left."
"You want to buy another card?" asks the employee.
"No, no, no, no. My mother, she'll be very upset." the boy replies. The bell on the store door dings once more as a young boy enters and drifts sketchily through the store. Ayla slides six pounds across the counter, the employee taking it and putting it in the cash register.
"A new card is 5 pounds," the employee says blankly to the Africa boy who sighs and begins digging through his pocket only to pull out a meer two pounds. Ayla props her bag up on the counter looking for some more money to give the boy.
"Oi! Oi, what you doing?" the employee yells as he watches the young boy slip a candy bar into his pocket. "Come here" he yells as he picks up a baseball bat and moves to the other side of the counter. Ayla inches back, trying to stay out of it.
"P*k*cunt!" the young boy yells as he grabs the batt off the employee and tackles him to the ground with ease, despite the fact he doesn't look older than ten. Ayla watches as the African boy grabs the bat off the young boy and holds him back sternly.
"Cunt is a very bad word. Even in England, I think." He turns to face the employee. "What is this "P*k*" that they call you? Is that bad?"
"I'm from Delhi. And I hate P*k*s." the employee replies, as he props himself up on his elbows.
"So, you see? Disrespectful." the Africa boy pushes the young boy towards the door. "Now, go and play. Go!" he says as the boy runs out the door. Ayla plops five pounds down on the counter for the African boy, picks up her bag of doughnuts and walks towards the door.
"Bye," she says, smiling to the two of them. The African boy smiles back as he helps the employee up off the floor.
A mere few moments after Ayla walks out of the shop, the boy runs out the door after her, realising Ayla had paid for him.
"Hey. Hey," he yells after her. At first, Ayla ignores him, not wanting to hear how she shouldn't have paid for him.
"Pretty girl!" he calls out again. At this she halts and turns around on her heel, blushing as the boy runs up to her. "What is your name?" he asks.
"Ayla" she chuckles. "What's yours?"
"Thomas. I just moved here from Africa" he says. "Come sit down with me," he says gesturing towards a nearby bench. Usually, she wouldn't sit with someone she had just met yet he was strangely trustworthy. "Aren't you cold?" he asks looking at her. He is layered with a myriad of clothes.
"I'm alright. Used to the weather" she says as they sit down on the bench. She puts her bag of doughnuts down beside her and watches as he peeks inside the bag in awe. "Um, do you want one?" she asks.
"Oh that would be good." he smiles at her, obviously extremely hungry.
"Take your pick" she chuckles as she pulls out another cigarette and goes to light it before realising her lighter is out. She rolls her eyes and puts the cigarette back in its box. By this point, Thomas had already finished the doughnut he had chosen. "You can have more if you like," she says.
"Thank you!" Thomas nods in appreciation. For a few minutes, there is no sound but the aggressive chewing of Thomas' mouth. He was too hungry to talk and simply continued to dig into more and more doughnuts. Ayla was quite impressed that he had not yet thrown up.
"Why are you so tired?" he asks as he finishes chewing his fourth doughnut.
"How could you tell?" she asks, Thomas wipes his mouth.
"You have been at a boys house after a late night. It's the eyes" he says pointing to her smudged makeup and red, saggy eyes. She smiles faintly and they sit quietly for a minute. "I'm sorry for eating so much of your food. I'm selfish and greedy" he says. Ayla knows he is nothing of the sort.
"You can have the last two if you want".
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Fanfiction"he's playing hard to get." says effy "never seen him do shit like this with anyone else".
