together with her beau for the evening, Jay, a third year geography student. Amy knew it was one of those nights she’d remember forever.
'So what happens now?' she asked Freddie outside the club as they said goodbye at the end of the night, their heads bent towards each other connected at the forehead, hands clasped together. They had both agreed that it was too soon for things to go any further. He had only just finished with Francesca. And there was no rush.
'I’m going home tomorrow,' he said. 'But can I come to London to see you in the holidays?'
She nodded and kissed him. 'Can’t wait.'
She felt like she was in a dream the rest of the night. The moment she and the girls got into their cab they all squealed and starting talking quickly and all at the same time.
'I knew it!' Lucy shrieked.
'How did it happen?' Georgie cried, needing a bit of catching up given she had been preoccupied at the earlier end of the night.
'This was meant to be. I just knew you two would get together eventually,' Lucy said happily.
Like the great friends they were, they allowed her to tell them every detail of the night more than once and to project forwards, letting her consider various aspects of what would happen next. Was it too soon after Francesca? It would be awkward, that was for sure. And what if she and Freddie ended up living together next year? They agreed that probably wasn’t a good idea.
'Get a flat together after uni,' Lucy had mused sitting on the sofa clutching a cup of tea. To which they had all nodded in agreement.
It was 5am before any of them managed to sleep, incidentally with none of them making it to their beds, all passed out on the sofas in the living room. They had decided to watch Dirty Dancing at some point in the proceedings and evidently none of them made it to the final lifting dance scene.
Despite the slight crank in her neck from having ended up in a bad position, Amy awoke feeling optimistic and brimming with happiness. She knew that she and Freddie were beyond playing games. She wouldn’t have to wait for him to call or play a cat and mouse game of texting. Instead they could base their relationship on their friendship. It might be a bit difficult to make that jump. She and the girls had discussed it the night before. But they had so many good things there.
They had a shared sense of humour and interests. They already knew so much about each other and there was an unbreakable trust. Whatever the challenges, they would be well worth it considering the possible rewards.
At 10am, having just stepped out of a hot shower, she heard her phone vibrate with a text. She tried not to lunge at it, but it was hopeless. She was so excited she didn’t care that she might soak the phone.
'Off home will call when I get in xxx'
Her heart jumped and, wrapped in her towel, she sat on the less than glamorous venue of the toilet seat to admire the missive. On a cloud of happiness she floated back to her room and got ready. Nothing could destroy her mood.
She simply spent the day with her friends, confident in the knowledge that a fantastic phone call awaited her that evening. So, when eight o’clock then nine o’clock came and went without so much as a text, she tried not to fret. After all, he had only just gotten home. He had his mum to chat to, his brother to catch up with. So what if he chose a later time?
Trying to distract herself with TV was fruitless. In the end she just moaned to her housemates, both of whom assured her that there would be a reasonable explanation.
Nothing happened that night. Instead she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, wondering if he had changed his mind. Maybe with time to think about it he had realised it was all a mistake.
Then, when she awoke to no messages still, a different thought occurred to her. Might something have happened to him? After all, he had undertaken a long journey. A car accident maybe?
Starting to panic, she texted him.
'U get home ok?'
Just
'So what happens now?' she asked Freddie outside the club as they said goodbye at the end of the night, their heads bent towards each other connected at the forehead, hands clasped together. They had both agreed that it was too soon for things to go any further. He had only just finished with Francesca. And there was no rush.
'I’m going home tomorrow,' he said. 'But can I come to London to see you in the holidays?'
She nodded and kissed him. 'Can’t wait.'
She felt like she was in a dream the rest of the night. The moment she and the girls got into their cab they all squealed and starting talking quickly and all at the same time.
'I knew it!' Lucy shrieked.
'How did it happen?' Georgie cried, needing a bit of catching up given she had been preoccupied at the earlier end of the night.
'This was meant to be. I just knew you two would get together eventually,' Lucy said happily.
Like the great friends they were, they allowed her to tell them every detail of the night more than once and to project forwards, letting her consider various aspects of what would happen next. Was it too soon after Francesca? It would be awkward, that was for sure. And what if she and Freddie ended up living together next year? They agreed that probably wasn’t a good idea.
'Get a flat together after uni,' Lucy had mused sitting on the sofa clutching a cup of tea. To which they had all nodded in agreement.
It was 5am before any of them managed to sleep, incidentally with none of them making it to their beds, all passed out on the sofas in the living room. They had decided to watch Dirty Dancing at some point in the proceedings and evidently none of them made it to the final lifting dance scene.
Despite the slight crank in her neck from having ended up in a bad position, Amy awoke feeling optimistic and brimming with happiness. She knew that she and Freddie were beyond playing games. She wouldn’t have to wait for him to call or play a cat and mouse game of texting. Instead they could base their relationship on their friendship. It might be a bit difficult to make that jump. She and the girls had discussed it the night before. But they had so many good things there.
They had a shared sense of humour and interests. They already knew so much about each other and there was an unbreakable trust. Whatever the challenges, they would be well worth it considering the possible rewards.
At 10am, having just stepped out of a hot shower, she heard her phone vibrate with a text. She tried not to lunge at it, but it was hopeless. She was so excited she didn’t care that she might soak the phone.
'Off home will call when I get in xxx'
Her heart jumped and, wrapped in her towel, she sat on the less than glamorous venue of the toilet seat to admire the missive. On a cloud of happiness she floated back to her room and got ready. Nothing could destroy her mood.
She simply spent the day with her friends, confident in the knowledge that a fantastic phone call awaited her that evening. So, when eight o’clock then nine o’clock came and went without so much as a text, she tried not to fret. After all, he had only just gotten home. He had his mum to chat to, his brother to catch up with. So what if he chose a later time?
Trying to distract herself with TV was fruitless. In the end she just moaned to her housemates, both of whom assured her that there would be a reasonable explanation.
Nothing happened that night. Instead she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, wondering if he had changed his mind. Maybe with time to think about it he had realised it was all a mistake.
Then, when she awoke to no messages still, a different thought occurred to her. Might something have happened to him? After all, he had undertaken a long journey. A car accident maybe?
Starting to panic, she texted him.
'U get home ok?'
Just
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