River of Lies

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window, and watched the world speed by, as buildings and houses, turned to tree lined mountain edges.
    When we got to the top of the mountain, I got out and stood in front of the car, I watched as the white fluffy clouds slowly moved their way across the sky, the breeze was cool on my face.  It was the middle of March, the weather was still warm but not hot, the trees had started to change colour and the days were getting shorter. The sun’s rays warmed my body, as I stood stretched against the front of the car, I heard the car door open, and saw from the corner of my eye, Dylan move to stand next to me. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw Tilly pull the bong from her bag and start to stuff it with marijuana. I rolled my eyes, as I turned my attention back out over the city that was sprawled out in front of us.
    “Three times I heard” I said, as I kept my eyes steadfastly ahead of me, but I could feel the tension.
    “Mon, that’s not fair”
    I felt instant regret for what I said, I knew that I hurt him, but I was too angry to let him know.  I purposely kept my face staring in front of me.  Dylan turned and punched the bonnet of the car, causing me to jump with fright; he stormed off down the carpark. I looked back at Tilly, but she was too busy sucking on the bong, that she didn’t seem to have noticed. I sighed as I shoved myself off front of the car, and followed Dylan.  I found him again at the viewing cameras near the gift shop.  He was sitting on a bench, his head in his hands.  I sat down next to him, and touched his leg with mine.
    “I’m sorry” I said, while I kicked a pebble across the concrete.
    He reached out and put his hand on my leg, and gave my knee a squeeze.
    “I am too”
    Dylan reached out and draped his arm around my shoulder; I leant into him, and rested my head on his chest.  He kissed the top of my head. We sat there in silence and watched the world pass by around us.
    “You know we can’t keep going don’t you?” I said, as I looked up at him, he continued to stare out at the view as he nodded and squeezed my shoulder.
    “Yeah I know” he said as he smiled cheekily at me “but by fuck it was fun” he winked at me, which caused a flutter through my body, and I couldn’t help but grin.
    “It was definitely fun” I said, as I laughed and squeezed his leg.
    When we went back to the car, Tilly was well and truly baked. She sat sprawled across the bench seat, her head thrown back, the bong, next to her, her eyes half closed. She didn’t even react when we opened the car doors.  Dylan moved her over, so he could get in. Tilly didn’t say a word as we drove home, while Dylan and I chatted wildly about school, and what we could do over the Easter holidays.  Tilly had started to come down, by the time we got home.
    “I might go have a lie down I think” she said sleepily, as she climbed out of the car as if in slow motion.  Dylan held her arm, and led her to the bedroom where she flopped on to the bed.  I took her shoes off, while Dylan put her legs under the blanket, and shut the curtains.  In the dark, I could make out the condom wrappers on the bed side table.  My heart sunk, there were more than three, and the jealousy began to rise.  Dylan looked to where I stared, and quickly came over to me, as he led me out the door.
    “Come on, we will let her sleep it off” he said as he guided me from the bedroom.
    While we prepared dinner, dad came in through the front door. I could see Michael’s car drive off up the road, my dad smiled at me as he came through the lounge room and into the kitchen.
    “Something smells good” he said.
    “Roast beef tonight” Dylan said. 
    Dad eyed me carefully, as if trying to read my thoughts and emotions.  I nodded my head at him, to let him know that I had called it quits, and he smiled at me. Dad moved over the counter, to where I stood and put his arm around my shoulders, as he kissed the top of my head and played with the

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