"oi, finlay!" I speed-waddled after him in the corridor. surprised, he turned to face me.
"yeah?" i knew that finlay could help me, he could find out her number and pass it on to me.
"could you get Mika's number for me?" i flinched as he smiled. he knew my obsession with her.
"yeah yeah, anything for my favourite 5-year-old!" he laughed at his own joke. i knew on the inside that he was just laughing off the pain that his forehead wasn't as taught as mine or his eyebrows as chiselled.
"can you get it for me today?"
"i'll try," he slapped me on the back and bounced away. leaving me with my thoughts.
there are two things that i love in this world; Mika... and baths. after school i was going to IKEA to look at baths. i was so stoked that every time i thought of the porcelain tubs i would be visiting later, i couldn't help a guilty smile creep onto my face.
if only Mika was here to join me. no. i wouldn't let my thoughts of her disrupt my time in IKEA. i pushed the heavy glass doors open and immediately began my way to the back left corner, where the baths were. nobody else was here, allowing me to indulge in the experience without distraction.
ping!
a text. i groped around for my phone and saw that finlay had texted me Mikas number. that kid always had my back.
i immediately clicked the link to he number and texted her.
come to IKEA x
who is this?
you'll see. just come x
ok..?
back left corner, you'll recognise me x
there in 10
i had ten minutes to find the perfect tub. yanking off my shoes and peeling off my socks, i began my work. scuttling over to the first tub, i began to lower my foot in, i could feel no gravitation or special sense to this bath tub. i could tell it didn't have a story. next tub, the same happened, these tubs were bland, with no personality and nothing to offer. i removed myself from that bath. third times the charm, placing my foot within the realm of the tub i was immediately overcome by the sheer inner colour of this tub. it was filled with life and i knew that this was the one. grabbing the cold edge, i hauled myself into it, tessellating perfectly with the porcelain dip.
it must have been a few minutes that i lay there, indulging in the sense alone, when a face suddenly emerged in my vision.
"why did you text me Cornetto? and why are you in the bath?" a judgey and confused Samadeece was looming above me. Finlay! whatta bitch. he gave me Samadeece's number?!
although there was a comical aspect to this practical joke he seemed to have pulled, the anger overcame me. now i was stuck with Samadeece, on the brink of my fetish being discovered.
"i was passing. and then got tired and then..." i trailed away, there was no hope.
"so, why did you text me?" he was becoming impatient, demanding an answer, one which i didn't have.
"i must have texted the wrong number, i'm ever so sorry," i raise my eyebrows (surprisingly, since they're already so high).
"i think i'm going to leave then." samadeece mumbled.
"i think that would be best." i replied. i was still lying in the tub flat on my back (as i was for that entire encounter) and i watched him fade from my line of sight. something saddened me about this encounter and i couldn't quite put my finger on it.
