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quiet. Silhouetted against the big house, taller but less of the long streak of piss he used to be, Fraser looked both extremely familiar and, now, extremely foreign to me.
    â€˜No doubt.’ Scintillating.
    â€˜C’mon, darling!’ hollered Alex, sounding a bit worried. I smiled weakly at Fraser and followed him down the path. After being hustled out of the building, he wasn’t sure whether or not he’d done anything wrong – and neither was I. After all, who was I cross at? Him? His friends? My parents, for not being better off? My parents’ distant ancestors, for not being friends with the king? I could see his fuddled brain trying to work it out. Fortunately, he plumped for the former, to be on the safe side.
    â€˜Are you OK?’
    I had to work out my strategy quickly. What I wanted to say was:
    â€˜No, I hate your friends because they’re all horrible to me. Well, they’re not even horrible, they just ignore me because I didn’t go to the right school and have a crap name, so actually I’m jealous more than actual dislike, but I don’t like it, waaaaaaah.’
    Being an independent nineties girl with her own opinions, though, what I actually said was:
    â€˜Yes, gorgeous, I just couldn’t wait to get you home – I had to get you out of there somehow.’ And I added a girlish giggle for effect.
    As the blazing golden lights of the illuminated mansion dimmed behind the trees and I looked at my big, strong, placated, slightly wobbly man, I felt better again.
    We spent a wonderful Sunday morning in bed the next day, ‘nursing’ his hangover. Then – after he sawI wasn’t too interested in dissecting what a fantastic night it had been, ‘particularly the bit when Barfield stuck the napkin up his arse, ha ha ha!’ – he went out to see his mates.
    I lolled around with the papers all day.
    Back late, he barged in loudly, waking Linda, probably, and certainly me. After bouncing around the kitchen looking for something to eat (I never seemed to have any food in the house after my first week of being a show-off chef, so God knows what he found, although Linda was looking, if anything, even more fucked off these days, so it might have been that. You’d think she’d like having a man around the house – God knows, I did), he came in, sat on the end of the bed, kissed me squarely on the nose and announced, ‘Hey, guess what! I’ve found a flat! Or rather, I’ve found my old flat – Charlie’s forgiven me and I’m moving back in with him!’
    I sat up. I hadn’t rationally thought about it, but now he’d told me, I realized that I had planned our future out, after all, in my head. We would go find a room together somewhere nice, and eventually get our own place, once he had this music company job. Or we would both stay where we were – Linda wouldn’t mind. Perhaps she’d even move out – oh no, she couldn’t, it was her flat. Either way, I hadn’t seen us being apart so soon, nor the decision so gleefully made on his part. Despite it being only two weeks, waking up next to him every day already felt a necessity of my life, something I didn’t want to do without.
    â€˜Ermm, great!’ I said casually. ‘So, is Charlie stillliving in …?’ As if Charlie and I had had tons of in-depth chats about our personal lives.
    â€˜Fulham, yeah. It’s a great flat.’
    â€˜But it’s bloody miles away! And it’s in West London … you hate West London!’
    â€˜Well, I can’t stay here pestering you for ever, can I?’
    Actually, that’s exactly what I’d been planning on.
    I pouted prettily, in what I hoped was an appealing manner. ‘I wouldn’t mind.’
    He looked at me and ruffled my hair again. But not as enthusiastically as before.
    â€˜It’ll be fine. You’re still my favourite pumpkin, aren’t