I want to be on TV / the fabulous fantasy life of Hesta, chapter 5
It wasn't just that I still fancied Stokell so much that it hurt, it was that part of me also wanted revenge on him. The reason we split up was not just you're average 'I don't like you anymore'. He'd cheated on me with a year eight, and not just any year eight, my only friend from year eight Vicki. Cheating's bad enough, but it's made ten times worse when you either:
a) Are friends with the person
b) Didn't expect it
c) The guy lies to your face about it (twice)
d) The girl is younger than you (by nearly three years)
All of these things were the case with Stokell and me. I'd sung a duet with Vicki at the cabaret that Stokell also was playing at. Only the week before they'd been drunk, and playing a game of tonsil tennis together in a tent somewhere in the Lake District. Apparently their parents are all friends so they went on holiday together. How lovely. I found out a while after the cabaret and had pretty vicious words with them both. I should have been the one to end it then. But the good in me forgave him for being a kiddie fiddling bastard faggot.
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I bumped into Stokell on the way out of school,
"Hi, are you walking?"
"Yeh, I was waiting for Sam... but he's not here so I'm off"
I jumped at the chance, "I'll walk with you!"
We awkwardly set off down the headlands towards abbey road. We hadn't walked together since we were going out.
"I didn't know you and Sam made up"
"We didn't, but... we always used to walk on Wednesdays so I thought maybe... "
Stokell's voice trailed off in a sad, reminiscent way. I hadn't thought about how him and Sam had not only been in the band together, they'd been best friends for three years. And now it had torn them apart. Yet still I used Stokell's mood to my best advantage.
"You should forget about Sam, if he'd rather hang around with the skank lesbians let him, you don't need him, and you don't need his songs either. We should play new songs, not the ones you used to play with Sam, we could play much better if we used new material."
God, I could be manipulative. But Stokell perked up like he's just realised what I'd said.
"I suppose it makes sense"
"Sure it does"
"Any more suggestions" Stokell smirked
"Um... I don't want to take over the band but... "
"But?" Stokell looked seriously worried
"Sonit 852"
"What?"
"Sonit 852"
"You don't like it?" he looked hurt
"Nothing, it doesn't matter"
a) Are friends with the person
b) Didn't expect it
c) The guy lies to your face about it (twice)
d) The girl is younger than you (by nearly three years)
All of these things were the case with Stokell and me. I'd sung a duet with Vicki at the cabaret that Stokell also was playing at. Only the week before they'd been drunk, and playing a game of tonsil tennis together in a tent somewhere in the Lake District. Apparently their parents are all friends so they went on holiday together. How lovely. I found out a while after the cabaret and had pretty vicious words with them both. I should have been the one to end it then. But the good in me forgave him for being a kiddie fiddling bastard faggot.
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I bumped into Stokell on the way out of school,
"Hi, are you walking?"
"Yeh, I was waiting for Sam... but he's not here so I'm off"
I jumped at the chance, "I'll walk with you!"
We awkwardly set off down the headlands towards abbey road. We hadn't walked together since we were going out.
"I didn't know you and Sam made up"
"We didn't, but... we always used to walk on Wednesdays so I thought maybe... "
Stokell's voice trailed off in a sad, reminiscent way. I hadn't thought about how him and Sam had not only been in the band together, they'd been best friends for three years. And now it had torn them apart. Yet still I used Stokell's mood to my best advantage.
"You should forget about Sam, if he'd rather hang around with the skank lesbians let him, you don't need him, and you don't need his songs either. We should play new songs, not the ones you used to play with Sam, we could play much better if we used new material."
God, I could be manipulative. But Stokell perked up like he's just realised what I'd said.
"I suppose it makes sense"
"Sure it does"
"Any more suggestions" Stokell smirked
"Um... I don't want to take over the band but... "
"But?" Stokell looked seriously worried
"Sonit 852"
"What?"
"Sonit 852"
"You don't like it?" he looked hurt
"Nothing, it doesn't matter"
