see whether Iâm still angry with Steffan. I am, I suppose, but heâs my friend. You get angry with friends, donât you? Thatâs kind of the whole point: that you get angry, and they understand why and you move on â and they try not to be such a dickhead in future. Or something. And they donât ever, ever touch your phone again; not if they want that hand to be able to touch anything else afterwards.
Whatâs the point in dwelling on it, anyway? He deleted a voicemail. He was trying (in his tactless, hopeless, usual bloody way) to help â and for that alone I guess I have to forgive him. After all, if anyone understands the way I feel now, itâs him â although sometimes, I do wonderâ¦
But you push on, donât you? Itâs not worth losing a friend over. Nothing is. Not a friend like this; a friend like him.
Theyâre still frowning.
âYou want to go find the elephant.â He thinks heâs humouring me. Iâll show him.
âListen to what you just said, Jared. Itâs an elephant. An elephant . Here. Weâre not exactly tripping over exotic animals roaming the woods of west Wales, are we?â
Steffan mutters something about â town on a Saturday night â.
We both ignore him.
âItâs not real,â says Jared, bluntly.
âOkay, so why, for the love of god, would someone pretend to be an elephant all the way out here where thereâs no one to even hear them?â
âWell, thereâs us.â Steffan shrugs. âWe heard it.â
âExactly. Wait. No. What was I saying? No. Never mind. Come on . Arenât you even curious? At all?â
They answer almost simultaneously: âNot really,â says one. âNah,â says the other.
âYouâre crap. The pair of you. Where are your balls?â
âLook whoâs talking,â Steffan says with a barely disguised snigger.
I thump his arm. âOi! Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
Somewhere in the back of his head, a little alarm bell apparently starts ringing. I can see him very carefully considering what to say next â just in case he triggers what he only semi-affectionately refers to as âthe femrageâ. This is the charming nickname heâs come up with to describe the look on my face when Iâve caught him beingâ¦well, a bloke. Itâs a fairly loose category which includes (but is not limited to) making smutty comments and whispering to Jared in Welsh whenever one of the Year Thirteen girls walks past the common room. Like I donât know him well enough to know exactly what heâs saying. And donât even get me started on the wallpaper on his computer. Seriously.
Finally, Steffan decides heâs figured out a way through the minefield. âDidnât you need Jared to go hold your hand in the changing room because of the scary, scary druggies who left a load of crap around?â
Iâm going to let it go â purely because he was as worried about it as I was. Heâs teasing me. Itâs his way of checking whether normal service has been resumed, or whether Iâm going to try and punch him in the kidney the second he turns his back. Tempting as that may be, itâs not really in line with my whole âfriendsâ policy. More fool me.
âWhatever. Elephant .â
The elephant in the woods trumps everything.
We leave the tents where they are for now; thereâs nothing much in there to steal and none of us can be bothered to take them down yet. Besides, itâs bad enough that Steffan insists on taking the violin back to the car and hiding it under a load of junk in the boot. I donât want to wait any longer. Because, you know, elephant .
I say weâre out in the middle of nowhere. Technically speaking, for round here at least, thatâs not strictly true. Thereâs the pub, a couple of villages within ten minutesâ drive, a handful of farms,
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