"You don't understand. I think she's been kidnapped," I mumbled. I was sat with my legs across the two seats opposite my friend Larry, my back leaning against the wall. Twice I'd thrown bits of fluff off the chair at him to get his attention, but he was being exceptionally grumpy today.
"Oh give it a rest; you don't know what you're saying. She seems perfectly happy with him," Larry replied, not taking his eyes off the stupid book he'd been reading for the last few days.
"Give me that bloody book," I hissed, lunging forwards and grabbing the book off him. Panic flared across Larry's face and he reached out a few times, waving his arms in the air to try and get his damn book back. Ah, poor lad- he'll never have quick reflexes like me.
"If you lay off the pies you might have a chance. You should let me help you get fit-"
"Shut up Fion you Irish bastard. Gimme the book back- it was just getting good."
I looked down at the page he was reading and quickly skimmed the page. ...