it’s that kind of thing. She does like sitting in my lap though.’
‘Damn you, I want lap-sitting!’ she pouted over the phone.
‘You can sit on my lap when you visit next…’
‘No, I meant her in my lap!’
Well, at least Sara knows what she wants… which is everything.
‘Gee, thanks…’
‘Oh, I fully intend to share her. You can have her every other weekend.’
‘And you get her all the rest of the time?’ I asked.
‘We’ll send her away so that we havetime together,’ she reassured me.
‘I love you, you know that?’ Easy for me to say to her, not so easy for me to say to anyone else.
‘Yep,’ she said cheerily. ‘So, just your soccer game today?’
‘Yes, football,’ I corrected her. ‘And a party tonight.’
‘You mean you are actually going out and interacting with people? They grow up so fast…’ She sniffed fake tears over the phone. I laughed at her.
‘You know that I actually
do
go out and do stuff, right?’
‘Yes, I know. But it’s my job to tease you about everything while hoping you take naked pictures of the girls you seduce.’
‘I’ll do what I can tonight, OK?’
‘You’d better,’ she warned, ‘or I’m justgoing to have to find myself another pretty gothed-up artist to play with.’
‘I love you too.’
And this is why Sara rocks so much. A sexy drugged angel asleep in bed with a soul as strong as steel. A voice of reason when I need one, a cheerleader and biggest fan the rest of the time. That’s love and understanding.
And I realised she wasn’t the only one who felt that way about me. Trevor, and Emma… and my olds. I might not have always understood the ways they tried to care, and they might not have been good at expressing it. But if Dad was willing to shut off Newcastle United to talk to me after I’d clocked him one, maybe it was a start.
Still, at that time all I wanted was to finish watching Newcastle paste Sunderland , with a cute girl in my lap.
Trev’s house is pretty big, but it’s still amazing how many people he can manage to get in it. He crammed about fifty people in there, not including the people in the yard. It was a good mix of people my age – uni students, mechanics from where Trev worked, and a few older people that fitted in well with the group. Like I said before, everyone ended up liking Trevor whether they wanted to or not.
I wasn’t much for crowds, so the party was stressing me out a bit. I tried to hang around the people I knew best, like Trevor, Emma and a few others. People were friendly enough; it’s just that when the mobs of people started to wade on in, I got a bit anxious. It’s not like I thought I was going to screw up when I said stuff. Just more like not quite knowing what to say and how it was going to sound.
‘You,’ Trevor grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, ‘need to drink a bit more.’ He put a beer in my hand.
‘You’re probably right,’ I laughed.
‘Relax,’ he shook me while he talked. ‘Nothing you do here will end up on the front page of the
Daily Mail
or the police blotter. That’s reserved for me.’
‘I’m not a crowd person.’
‘I know,’ Trevor said. ‘But don’t think of it as crowds. There just happen to be a few groups of a few groups. Focus on what’s right in front of you. Like these hoodlums all the way down from Newcastle,’ Trevor dragged me over to two husky, but cute girls. ‘They go to Northumbria University and play rugby, friends of my cousins.’ He introduced me to them. ‘Teresa, Melanie, this is Andrew. He’s an artist, so don’t hurt his hands or anything.’
‘Did you punch him?’ Teresa shot Trevor a look while she reached out to the bruise on my head. I resisted the urge to pull away from a surprisingly light touch.
‘Yeah, yeah, I know… “Trevor, you punched him? You’re a damn wanker, screwyou, toss off, you bad bad man…”’ Trevor exaggerated his ranting to defuse anything the girls might be planning to
‘Damn you, I want lap-sitting!’ she pouted over the phone.
‘You can sit on my lap when you visit next…’
‘No, I meant her in my lap!’
Well, at least Sara knows what she wants… which is everything.
‘Gee, thanks…’
‘Oh, I fully intend to share her. You can have her every other weekend.’
‘And you get her all the rest of the time?’ I asked.
‘We’ll send her away so that we havetime together,’ she reassured me.
‘I love you, you know that?’ Easy for me to say to her, not so easy for me to say to anyone else.
‘Yep,’ she said cheerily. ‘So, just your soccer game today?’
‘Yes, football,’ I corrected her. ‘And a party tonight.’
‘You mean you are actually going out and interacting with people? They grow up so fast…’ She sniffed fake tears over the phone. I laughed at her.
‘You know that I actually
do
go out and do stuff, right?’
‘Yes, I know. But it’s my job to tease you about everything while hoping you take naked pictures of the girls you seduce.’
‘I’ll do what I can tonight, OK?’
‘You’d better,’ she warned, ‘or I’m justgoing to have to find myself another pretty gothed-up artist to play with.’
‘I love you too.’
And this is why Sara rocks so much. A sexy drugged angel asleep in bed with a soul as strong as steel. A voice of reason when I need one, a cheerleader and biggest fan the rest of the time. That’s love and understanding.
And I realised she wasn’t the only one who felt that way about me. Trevor, and Emma… and my olds. I might not have always understood the ways they tried to care, and they might not have been good at expressing it. But if Dad was willing to shut off Newcastle United to talk to me after I’d clocked him one, maybe it was a start.
Still, at that time all I wanted was to finish watching Newcastle paste Sunderland , with a cute girl in my lap.
Trev’s house is pretty big, but it’s still amazing how many people he can manage to get in it. He crammed about fifty people in there, not including the people in the yard. It was a good mix of people my age – uni students, mechanics from where Trev worked, and a few older people that fitted in well with the group. Like I said before, everyone ended up liking Trevor whether they wanted to or not.
I wasn’t much for crowds, so the party was stressing me out a bit. I tried to hang around the people I knew best, like Trevor, Emma and a few others. People were friendly enough; it’s just that when the mobs of people started to wade on in, I got a bit anxious. It’s not like I thought I was going to screw up when I said stuff. Just more like not quite knowing what to say and how it was going to sound.
‘You,’ Trevor grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, ‘need to drink a bit more.’ He put a beer in my hand.
‘You’re probably right,’ I laughed.
‘Relax,’ he shook me while he talked. ‘Nothing you do here will end up on the front page of the
Daily Mail
or the police blotter. That’s reserved for me.’
‘I’m not a crowd person.’
‘I know,’ Trevor said. ‘But don’t think of it as crowds. There just happen to be a few groups of a few groups. Focus on what’s right in front of you. Like these hoodlums all the way down from Newcastle,’ Trevor dragged me over to two husky, but cute girls. ‘They go to Northumbria University and play rugby, friends of my cousins.’ He introduced me to them. ‘Teresa, Melanie, this is Andrew. He’s an artist, so don’t hurt his hands or anything.’
‘Did you punch him?’ Teresa shot Trevor a look while she reached out to the bruise on my head. I resisted the urge to pull away from a surprisingly light touch.
‘Yeah, yeah, I know… “Trevor, you punched him? You’re a damn wanker, screwyou, toss off, you bad bad man…”’ Trevor exaggerated his ranting to defuse anything the girls might be planning to
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