of course he is the boyfriend and Connie doesn’t approve…who knows?
I need to respond. Where the hell do I start? I look back at her photo…what would I say if she were here now?
Danny Morgan 23 rd March 2012
Well hello stranger!
I’ve never searched for you on here. I wasn't even sure it was you…Have you pierced your face????
Danny x
There, it’s a start. I’m so tired I must sleep. In a moment of extraordinary strength, I force myself to close the computer down. I fall into a restless sleep, dreaming of a girl I don’t know, with Liv’s face.
Seven.
Danny.
This isn’t sleepless in Seattle.
I wake with a start. I’ve no idea what time it is. I feel around on the nightstand for my cell, but it’s not there. I sit up and feel it on the bed next to me. I must have fallen asleep with it still in my hand. The screen comes to life and tells me it’s 5:15pm. I’m surprised, I’ve managed about six hours’ sleep…and I’ve a Facebook notification.
Olivia Harper 23 rd March 2012
Yes, it's me…and yes it's pierced…are you judging me? You have an unfair advantage, I’m at work. No more Facebook stalking until I can snoop around your profile!!!
Liv x
She sent it two hours ago, but I’m not awake enough to figure out what time it is in the UK. I get up and pull open the drapes in my room, squinting. I don’t open them very often, but I need to sort out my body clock and I think daylight, even if it is fading, might be the only way. I wander into the kitchen and run the faucet until the water comes through good and cold. I drink straight from the stream of water and then splash some over my face. I stand up straight, dripping but refreshed, and push the water from my face back over my hair.
I fill a glass with water, taking it with me to the computer. As I wait for it to load, I wonder whether hearing from me has had the same effect on her as it has on me. I doubt that’s possible. I open Facebook and re-read her message. She sounds almost panicked. It’s funny, I did look round her profile, but she obviously thinks I'm stalking her! Maybe I should give her something to think about while she’s working. I amuse myself for a moment and, smirking, I type a reply.
Danny Morgan 23 rd March 2012
If you say so ;-) Danny x
If I remember correctly, its eight hours ahead over there, so it’s after midnight, maybe she’s still at work if she works in a bar. Maybe she’s asleep, who knows? My cell buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Jen.
‘Did you hear anything? X’
I dial her number and she answers in her usual way, no greeting, straight into the conversation.
“I hope you showered,” she chirps.
I laugh.
“Listen,” she continues, “I just got off and Scott has a late meeting, so I’m coming over. Shall I bring food?”
“No, we’ll order in. See you in ten.” I don’t expect a reply, Jen is past pleasantries with me and she’s gone.
I text Scott.
'Late meeting? Sucks to be you! You should strike out on your own then maybe YOU could buy your wife Chinese takeout, would save me a fortune!'
As I hear Jen’s car, he texts back.
'If I struck out on my own I’d never see daylight like you! This way you pay for dinner and I don't have to listen to your love dilemmas. Be sure to send leftovers home with Jen'
I open the door, smirking.
"Something funny?" Jen asks as she breezes in and tosses her purse on the floor.
"Your husband," I reply as she heads straight for the drawer in the kitchen where I keep the menus and helps herself to a beer from the refrigerator. I raise an eyebrow at her when she closes the door. She smiles apologetically and grabs one for me too. We head out to the small terrace of my ground floor apartment and sit facing each other. She sips her beer and waits.
“Shall we order?" I ask.
"Not until you tell me what she said."
I fill Jen in on what little there is to know. But it isn’t enough; she wants to snoop around her profile. It’s pointless arguing with
I need to respond. Where the hell do I start? I look back at her photo…what would I say if she were here now?
Danny Morgan 23 rd March 2012
Well hello stranger!
I’ve never searched for you on here. I wasn't even sure it was you…Have you pierced your face????
Danny x
There, it’s a start. I’m so tired I must sleep. In a moment of extraordinary strength, I force myself to close the computer down. I fall into a restless sleep, dreaming of a girl I don’t know, with Liv’s face.
Seven.
Danny.
This isn’t sleepless in Seattle.
I wake with a start. I’ve no idea what time it is. I feel around on the nightstand for my cell, but it’s not there. I sit up and feel it on the bed next to me. I must have fallen asleep with it still in my hand. The screen comes to life and tells me it’s 5:15pm. I’m surprised, I’ve managed about six hours’ sleep…and I’ve a Facebook notification.
Olivia Harper 23 rd March 2012
Yes, it's me…and yes it's pierced…are you judging me? You have an unfair advantage, I’m at work. No more Facebook stalking until I can snoop around your profile!!!
Liv x
She sent it two hours ago, but I’m not awake enough to figure out what time it is in the UK. I get up and pull open the drapes in my room, squinting. I don’t open them very often, but I need to sort out my body clock and I think daylight, even if it is fading, might be the only way. I wander into the kitchen and run the faucet until the water comes through good and cold. I drink straight from the stream of water and then splash some over my face. I stand up straight, dripping but refreshed, and push the water from my face back over my hair.
I fill a glass with water, taking it with me to the computer. As I wait for it to load, I wonder whether hearing from me has had the same effect on her as it has on me. I doubt that’s possible. I open Facebook and re-read her message. She sounds almost panicked. It’s funny, I did look round her profile, but she obviously thinks I'm stalking her! Maybe I should give her something to think about while she’s working. I amuse myself for a moment and, smirking, I type a reply.
Danny Morgan 23 rd March 2012
If you say so ;-) Danny x
If I remember correctly, its eight hours ahead over there, so it’s after midnight, maybe she’s still at work if she works in a bar. Maybe she’s asleep, who knows? My cell buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Jen.
‘Did you hear anything? X’
I dial her number and she answers in her usual way, no greeting, straight into the conversation.
“I hope you showered,” she chirps.
I laugh.
“Listen,” she continues, “I just got off and Scott has a late meeting, so I’m coming over. Shall I bring food?”
“No, we’ll order in. See you in ten.” I don’t expect a reply, Jen is past pleasantries with me and she’s gone.
I text Scott.
'Late meeting? Sucks to be you! You should strike out on your own then maybe YOU could buy your wife Chinese takeout, would save me a fortune!'
As I hear Jen’s car, he texts back.
'If I struck out on my own I’d never see daylight like you! This way you pay for dinner and I don't have to listen to your love dilemmas. Be sure to send leftovers home with Jen'
I open the door, smirking.
"Something funny?" Jen asks as she breezes in and tosses her purse on the floor.
"Your husband," I reply as she heads straight for the drawer in the kitchen where I keep the menus and helps herself to a beer from the refrigerator. I raise an eyebrow at her when she closes the door. She smiles apologetically and grabs one for me too. We head out to the small terrace of my ground floor apartment and sit facing each other. She sips her beer and waits.
“Shall we order?" I ask.
"Not until you tell me what she said."
I fill Jen in on what little there is to know. But it isn’t enough; she wants to snoop around her profile. It’s pointless arguing with
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