“Well the party’s at Matthew’s and it’s not till nine so you can amuse yourself for awhile all right? I’m going to swimming until six so I’ll see you later!” Fran squeals at me before exiting my room with the finished bottles of non-alcoholic beer.
What the hell am I supposed to do until nine?
It was now three o’clock, I wasn’t tired and Fran had informed me that the internet wasn’t working today because of telephone rewiring. So what does a girl do when she can’t internet or sleep? She eats! No. I had a bad relationship with food ever since I started ballet aged eight.
Long story short, I pushed myself too hard to get into the Royal Theatre of Dance when I was fifteen and ended up becoming bulimic and anorexic for a year.
Needless to say, I don’t have the best outlook on my body and I only eat at mealtimes. No snacks. Ever.
But I’ll save you the sob story. I was fifteen, emotional and had gone through family problems concerning my mum’s unhealthy habits and I let it all get on top of me. Yes, I cut. But I wasn’t stupid enough to cut my arms so somebody could see it. I cut my stomach. Horizontal scars, parallel to one another, now ran from the left side of my waist to the right.
Anyway, I now only ate at breakfast, lunch and dinner and nothing after ten o’ clock at night. I went to a therapist for a year after my parents found out and I guess I still hadn’t gotten over my habits. But seriously, eating controls my life now. I have an obsession with it.
So I had at least four hours to spare until eight o’clock when I would start getting ready.
Sean! I should go see if he's home and say hi.
Walking down the long hallway to the door near the stairs that had Star Wars stickers on it, I noticed that there weren’t a lot of pictures with Peter, Francine’s dad, in them. Thinking about it, nobody had mentioned him since I arrived. Weird.
Knocking on Sean’s door I examined his stickers. After waiting for an answer I turned the knob and walked into his room.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck?” I shouted, jumping, as a large net descended on me and a screeching noise started to sound while bright flashing red lights clouded my vision.
“FRANCINE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” I heard someone shout as footsteps came thundering up the stairs.
The door swung open to reveal a tall boy my age with dark wavy hair. His eyes were blue and were concealed behind thick nerd-style glasses.
Well they’re a step up from his old bottle glasses.
“Bea! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I had an alarm set up because Francine’s always coming in my room and moving stuff about and you know how much I hate mess....” he rambles on as he enters the room and types in a sort of password into a lock box I didn’t notice, above his bed.
“Well Sean, long time no see huh?” I ask him
The last time I had seen Sean was when I was 10. You would think I would have seen him at Saffron’s and Peter’s wedding but my mother had forbid all of my siblings from attending due to her hatred of Peter. So this was the first time I had seen Sean in eight years and I guess if he changed his clothes and removed his glasses he would be a lot hotter.
“Yeah eight year’s right? I still haven’t forgiven you for leaving me to dance with Fran all night at the wedding” he says with a smile. I know he isn’t really angry. He knows what my mum’s like.
“I didn’t expect you to forgive me Sean. Part of the reason why I'm here is to beg for your forgiveness” I explain, sitting down on his large computer chair in front of his desk after he had freed me from the net.
“Whatever. How bad were they?” he asks, and I know immediately that he means my results.
“I got an A+ in Art which is really good, but Art means nothing to mum,” I begin telling him “I got a C- in History and English. C’s in French and Business Studies and a Fail in Maths. So yeah, she wasn’t happy. At all”
“Whoa Bea, did you study at all?” he asks but I know there is no malice behind his question, unlike when my mother asks, he is just genuinely interested in school. Especially my school, since the one I go to is the sort of snobby one that requires a scholarship, while he goes to the general one here in Mullingar.
And before you ask, I got into my school through an Art scholarship.
Not through a scholarship for my brains.
“What do you think?” I ask him with a smile, as I start playing with a ball of elastic bands that was sitting on his desk.
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in ten years!” he exclaims sitting down on his bed.
“I know. What have you been up to?” I ask him
“Well I’m designing album covers for Sony and .... Oh! I was accepted into a college over in the States!” he tells me with great enthusiasm.
“Holy smokes Sean! Designing album covers? Do you make them on your computer?”
“Yeah, I get paid a good bit too. Want me to show you how?”
I sit with Sean as he shows me how to create the covers and we mindlessly chat about Mullingar.
“Yeah well Francine has a lot of friends but they don’t like me at all because... well you can see why” he says gesturing to himself.
“They’re more into Drake rather than Dr. Who so I don’t really talk to them but you would probably fit in with them?”
“I’m deeply offended Sean! I am a dedicated Whovian, you of all people should know that!”
Technically what I was saying wasn’t true, Sean had made me watch Dr.Who anytime we were together and I usually just hid under him while the Daleks/ Crying Angels/ Dolls made the Doctor’s job harder. Sean always teased me for it especially at Christmas when the hour long special was on.
“Oh god, do you remember watching that?” he asks me chuckling to himself.
“Yes! How could I forget? I had nightmares about the Daleks for years afterwards!” I exclaimed.
“Still a drama queen I’m guessing?”
“Shut up ” I tell him, flinging and elastic band at his forehead.
“Ouch!”
“I’ll see you later nerd” I tell him, making my way to his door.
“Bye chicken” he retorts.
“Aww Sean. That cuts deep” I fake wounded, hand on my heart.
“Oh shut up and get out already” he tells me turning back to his computer with a smile.
“I’ll show you who’s a chicken!” I scream running back towards him, ready for battle.
After talking to Sean for another half hour, I make my way downstairs and watch the TV for another hour before deciding to go out and explore.
“Sean? Do you wanna come out with me?” I ask him, opening his door.
“Sorry Bea, I mean Dru, I have to have this cover finished by nine” he explains, apologetically.
“Its fine, don’t worry about it”
I grab my penny board from my suitcase and make my way downstairs.
“Oh are you going out?” Saffron asks as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, planning on” I tell her, as I sit on the bottom step, tying my Nikes.
“You wouldn’t buy me a chocolate bar would you?” she asks me, handing me a fiver as she does so. “It’s my time of the month and there seems to be no chocolate in the house at all, and I'll just get cranky otherwise...”
“Yeah no problem” I reply, making my way out the front door.
Don’t want to hear any more of that.
I remember Sean telling me that there was a newsagents, ten minutes down the road and a skatepark beside it. Jumping on my board, I tuck the money into my parka’s pocket.
Pushing off with my right foot, I make my way down our estate and turn right to get to the newsagents.
“You’re Saffron’s niece aren’t ya’?” the cashier asks me as I place the bar on the counter.
She seems to be about Saffron’s age and has a kind face. She looks young but at the same time I know she’s not that young. Her clothes are covered with a navy apron and she has a badge above her heart with what I’m guessing is her name. I can’t read it clearly because I don’t have my glasses on.
“Yeah hi, I’m Dru, nice to meet you” I tell her, extending my hand over the counter.
She shakes it smiling “Nice to meet you Dru”
After ringing up my chocolate bar, I take my change from the woman and make my way towards the door.
“Dru!” I turn to see the cashier-woman out from behind the counter.
“Be careful about who you make friends with around here ok? Some of the kids your age aren’t the best”
I simply nod and jump onto my skateboard again, searching for the skatepark.
Turns out, all I had to look for was the abandoned swimming pool and I would have found it a hundred times quicker. I’ve been skating around for over 20 minutes when I decide to follow a tall guy with tattoos who’s riding a pretty beat-up BMX, to wherever he’s going.
The skatepark is amazing. It’s in this old abandoned pool building with ramps and whatnot coming out of the actual pool and the place where your parents would sit if you had a gala is spray painted all the colours of the rainbow and littered with tattooed, pierced teens. I feel like it’s something straight out of tumblr.
I walk in with my board under my arm, and look around me.
Most of the kids are up on the benches, chilling. And I can only see four or five figures at the corner of the pool. I snap a picture on my phone (because this has to go on tumblr) and place my board on the tiles to get on. Before I can fully straighten up I feel someone behind me, and a hand slap my bum.
“Oi! Listen here wanker; I will not have your little perverted hands going around and....”
I immediately stop talking when I realise who’s in front of me.
“Hello again” a deep voice drawls and my breath catches in my throat.
“Close your mouth sugar puff, you’ll catch all the flies” Niall says, placing his long fingers beneath my chin and shutting my mouth.
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Hola mon amigos :D So yeah... I don't know what you're gonna think of that. I know a lot happens but most of it is important ;) Sorry it took me so long to update as well!
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