Another Fivtive Romance, chapter 4
I just remembered where I was now, in England far away from Sweden and all my love problems. Happy that the chaotic thoughts disappeared for awhile. I hadn't quit my school, not yet anyways. The future was very unclear but I was happy to get away from that too. Now I was here alone, well, not all alone of course...
Lilly was calling my name from the car in the parking lot near where I stood.
"Hey, Becky! We're leaving now!"
She came running towards me.
"Did you hear what I just said?" she asked and stopped beside me to catch her breath.
"Yeah," I said, looking out over the water that wasn't still because of the winds blowing from out east. "And I want to stay a bit longer here, maybe grab some coffee by that coffeehouse over there," I was pointing at a building a few metres away, "but you just go ahead and fix up the tent, I'll be right there."
"Then how will you get there?" Lilly asked, looking a bit suspicious. "Isn't it better if you just get in the car now with us? Vicky is waiting for you too."
"I know," I said with begging eyes. "But I'll be there in just a few minutes. I want to get away from it all for a while. Please, can you do this for me?"
"Okay, but don't call us if you're lost," Lilly said with a cheerful smile, probably thinking about my way of finding places not being among the best.
Lilly started walking away but turned around to look at me one last time.
"I guess you just don't know how to fix a tent." She laughed.
I forced a smile upon my sad face.
Then it all became quiet again. I thought back to the things that had led me to this. I had tried desperately to find a job this summer but I hadn't succeeded very well. The job I had had the summer of 2005 had led to one of my many depressions after being yelled at for making a terrible mistake. I have a hard time dealing with conflicts, my parents being who they are. My overprotecting mother and a father I hardly speak to and no, my parents aren't divorced. It's just that my father and I have never had a healthy relation. When I told them I was going to travel to England to see the Reading Festival my mom freaked. I was just happy to finally have the chance to see My Chemical Romance live for the first time. Then the question came to my mom's head:
"How are you supposed to get the money for that?"
I've had trouble with the financial a bit at the Hultsfred Festival and I understood her concern.
"I have saved some money for this occasion" became my answer and a perfect lie. The truth was that I had just enough for three weeks before buying a lottery ticket. Much to my own surprise I won some money, or some was actually a lot, 29 million Swedish crowns to be more specific. I wasn't planning on telling everyone just yet. I just wasn't sure of what to say or how everyone would react.
I started walking in the direction of a coffeehouse I had seen when I got here. It looked really big for being located here in a suburb of London. When I walked inside a small bell rang. The place looked big and empty, except from a woman with high heels sitting at the desk and a man with white hair and a grey beard near the exit.
I looked up at the menu when a waiter came up to the table I had said down at.
"What would you like to order?" he asked with an experienced voice.
"Can you get me a cappuccino and a sandwich with cheese please," I said with some unsureness. My English sounds like it comes from California with a little Swedish accent added to it.
The waiter went away behind the counter to finish my order, and I was left alone in the chair I had sat down in. It was directed towards the door so I could now see that the old man with the white hair and beard was ready to leave. The doorbell rang as he left the coffeehouse. I turned my attention towards the decoration in the room. It was a really cosy place, with walls of fine wood and it looked a bit like it was taken from an old Hollywood movie where the cowboys sit in the bar waiting for a beer. The only difference was the tea cup collection that extended against the walls.
The doorbell once again rang and this time it was a short man in sunglasses and black clothes who came inside. I noticed him quickly because of his studded belt and style. I couldn't help but stare as he approached the desk to order. His voice sounded familiar when he said:
"Hi, could I have a cup of coffee please, black."
He turned around as if he had seen me staring at him, even though his back had been turned to me. I turned my eyes in a different direction, as I always do. He came towards me now and sat down by a table near mine. My heart couldn't help but beat a bit faster than normal.
Lilly was calling my name from the car in the parking lot near where I stood.
"Hey, Becky! We're leaving now!"
She came running towards me.
"Did you hear what I just said?" she asked and stopped beside me to catch her breath.
"Yeah," I said, looking out over the water that wasn't still because of the winds blowing from out east. "And I want to stay a bit longer here, maybe grab some coffee by that coffeehouse over there," I was pointing at a building a few metres away, "but you just go ahead and fix up the tent, I'll be right there."
"Then how will you get there?" Lilly asked, looking a bit suspicious. "Isn't it better if you just get in the car now with us? Vicky is waiting for you too."
"I know," I said with begging eyes. "But I'll be there in just a few minutes. I want to get away from it all for a while. Please, can you do this for me?"
"Okay, but don't call us if you're lost," Lilly said with a cheerful smile, probably thinking about my way of finding places not being among the best.
Lilly started walking away but turned around to look at me one last time.
"I guess you just don't know how to fix a tent." She laughed.
I forced a smile upon my sad face.
Then it all became quiet again. I thought back to the things that had led me to this. I had tried desperately to find a job this summer but I hadn't succeeded very well. The job I had had the summer of 2005 had led to one of my many depressions after being yelled at for making a terrible mistake. I have a hard time dealing with conflicts, my parents being who they are. My overprotecting mother and a father I hardly speak to and no, my parents aren't divorced. It's just that my father and I have never had a healthy relation. When I told them I was going to travel to England to see the Reading Festival my mom freaked. I was just happy to finally have the chance to see My Chemical Romance live for the first time. Then the question came to my mom's head:
"How are you supposed to get the money for that?"
I've had trouble with the financial a bit at the Hultsfred Festival and I understood her concern.
"I have saved some money for this occasion" became my answer and a perfect lie. The truth was that I had just enough for three weeks before buying a lottery ticket. Much to my own surprise I won some money, or some was actually a lot, 29 million Swedish crowns to be more specific. I wasn't planning on telling everyone just yet. I just wasn't sure of what to say or how everyone would react.
I started walking in the direction of a coffeehouse I had seen when I got here. It looked really big for being located here in a suburb of London. When I walked inside a small bell rang. The place looked big and empty, except from a woman with high heels sitting at the desk and a man with white hair and a grey beard near the exit.
I looked up at the menu when a waiter came up to the table I had said down at.
"What would you like to order?" he asked with an experienced voice.
"Can you get me a cappuccino and a sandwich with cheese please," I said with some unsureness. My English sounds like it comes from California with a little Swedish accent added to it.
The waiter went away behind the counter to finish my order, and I was left alone in the chair I had sat down in. It was directed towards the door so I could now see that the old man with the white hair and beard was ready to leave. The doorbell rang as he left the coffeehouse. I turned my attention towards the decoration in the room. It was a really cosy place, with walls of fine wood and it looked a bit like it was taken from an old Hollywood movie where the cowboys sit in the bar waiting for a beer. The only difference was the tea cup collection that extended against the walls.
The doorbell once again rang and this time it was a short man in sunglasses and black clothes who came inside. I noticed him quickly because of his studded belt and style. I couldn't help but stare as he approached the desk to order. His voice sounded familiar when he said:
"Hi, could I have a cup of coffee please, black."
He turned around as if he had seen me staring at him, even though his back had been turned to me. I turned my eyes in a different direction, as I always do. He came towards me now and sat down by a table near mine. My heart couldn't help but beat a bit faster than normal.
