Up on the hill
Are you sure it's wise? she asked, licking nutella from my spoon.
Oh yes. Very.
She looked so uncertain, it rubbed off on me. I bit my lip for half an hour and listened half-heartedly as she talked about this and that and him with his attitude. Weighed up the pros and cons, and thought in the end, my God, sod it! Carpe both the diem and the train.
We sat on the hill, and kept talking for talking's sake. The effort we both made not to look over our shoulders was almost tangible, painfully obvious. Over there stood a guy in a chequered shirt, talking to some skinny girl. I felt their eyes drilling holes into our backs.
Later I walked past the guy, and we made awkward eye contact. He smiled wryly, shuffled his feet. Guiltily, I hoped.
I hardly dare to talk to you any more, Kiwi! A nod in my friend's direction (who mouthed ohmygodohmygod), a slight inclination of the head.
Well good, I thought, because even if you did dare, I wouldn't want to talk back. Not even to keep up my nice-ness record.
Oh yes. Very.
She looked so uncertain, it rubbed off on me. I bit my lip for half an hour and listened half-heartedly as she talked about this and that and him with his attitude. Weighed up the pros and cons, and thought in the end, my God, sod it! Carpe both the diem and the train.
We sat on the hill, and kept talking for talking's sake. The effort we both made not to look over our shoulders was almost tangible, painfully obvious. Over there stood a guy in a chequered shirt, talking to some skinny girl. I felt their eyes drilling holes into our backs.
Later I walked past the guy, and we made awkward eye contact. He smiled wryly, shuffled his feet. Guiltily, I hoped.
I hardly dare to talk to you any more, Kiwi! A nod in my friend's direction (who mouthed ohmygodohmygod), a slight inclination of the head.
Well good, I thought, because even if you did dare, I wouldn't want to talk back. Not even to keep up my nice-ness record.
kiwiqueen - 4. May, 17:52