So, ten minutes ago I wake up, im late, and,
"SARAH, get out of the shower, I need to brush my teeth." And so is George,
"Use the kitchen sink." I shouted cheekily.
Im 19 and blonde-ish-brown, shortish and I have piecing blue eyes However im renowned for being loud and eccentric. What a girl ay?
Me and my best friend George (well Georgina but if you knew her you wouldn't risk it.) share a flat type thing, you go in the front door and it is a ware house type place, in front of you is the main room the kitchen-lounge-dining room all in one, the kitchen area with breakfast bar is on the right and the sofa and tele are in front of you, but there in a dip with two small steps around them. To left of you is a spiral stair case which leads onto the balcony. Up stairs there is nothing, apart from balcony around the edges and on the left by the stairs is a library, it's not a room its open. We have a lot of books and videos so we have a tele up there and some very large bean bags. Anyway back to downstairs in the big room, there are two doors one on the left and one on the right, my bedroom is the left and George's bed room is on the right.
I know it sounds expensive but I had the money when my folks clocked it. (Never liked them anyway, they had me adopted but still left me will money, figure that out.)
"SARAH! Goose chewed my fucking shoes up." Goose is my Great Dane, we both have one, mine is black with white feet and called goose and Georges' is blue (grey) and called panda,
"SARAH!"
"Alright calm down love." I said as I finished getting dressed, I rushed out of the bathroom; I slipped my heels one,
"Well……" she said,
"Well what?" I asked,
"Oh never bloody mind." She said as she rushed back into her bedroom, I grabbed my coat and shouted,
"Im off luvey, see you later." I heard her grunt and I left for work.
I work at the local hotel, in the bar and George works at the local piecing studio.
ONE LONG DAYS UNESSECARY WORK LATER.
I arrived home, the dogs were going barmy, and I went to push the front door open and walked straight into it,
"Fuck." I said peeling myself off the door, George obviously wasn't home, either that or the stupid woman had left the lock on, just then she opened the door,
"Sorry." She said quietly, I glared at her evilly as I pushed past.
I slung my hand bag on the side, took my coat off and kicked off my shoes,
"Hey sass, do you wanna go out tonight?" George asked
"Sure just a drink down the pub though yeah?"
"Sure thing, it's about time I got out."
"Agreed." I said, I walked over to the kitchen picked up a glass and filled it with milk from the fridge, I took a mouthful and set the glass down,
"What do you mean agreed?" she asked as she sat on sofa,
"Well you are a bit sad aren't you luv." I joked, just then she lugged a pillow across the room at me, I ducked and it hit the cupboard behind me,
"Ommmm, you not allowed to throw things in the house." I said childishly,
"Fuck off, you throw things."
"Yeah but I don't break windows with them!"
"THAT was an accident." She said
"WAS IT? Was it really?"
"SHUT UP."
"Ooooooo, a little sore on the subject are we?"
"YEAH WELL IF YOU HADNT OF DUCKED IT WOULDN'T HAVE HIT THE WINDOW WOULD IT?"
"Oh so it's my fault now? You don't half ramble on some shit you know."
"Whatever." she said sharply
"Whatever." I mimicked.
It was seven o'clock and we were both finally ready, I grabbed the keys put the dogs food down and me and George left. We arrived at the pub about quarter past; I strolled up to the bar,
"One vodka straight and one on the rocks please."
"Anything for you." Dale said, Dale was the pub owner and was a good friend of mine. He went and got the drinks,
"What do I owe ya?" I asked,
"First ones on me!" he said, I smiled and went over to the table. Me and George were talking away when I noticed someone, I didn't know his name but his was good looking, he smiled at me,
"Sarah." he was really cute so were a few of his friends
"Sarah." he was really really cute, and he looked smart.
"SARAH!" it was George, "im just going to there toilet, stay here." I nodded at her.
Then as she left he got up and walked over,
"I couldn't help but."
"DON'T play the cheesy pick up lines with me pal, if you had enough bottle to come over here in the first place you might as well get it over with……im waiting." I said, he smirked, "Dally, you are?" he said
"Sarah."
"Well Sarah do you want to get out of here?"
"Why not." I said without thinking about it, I got up and we left (by the way im very confrontational incase you wondered).We had left the pub and decided on the movies,
"Tell me then, tell me about you?" I said.
"Not much to tell." He shrugged, "I haven't got any folks or family, I have friends instead but that's about it."
"Nice. How old are you?" I questioned
"Twenty four." He replied
"That'll do." I laughed.
I got in at twelve and George was still awake (and I was horribly drunk)
"Hey." I said
"BITCH, YOU DITCHED ME FOR A GUY!"
"I'm sorry but I didn't think and I had a really good time with him."
"Whatever."
"He's a greaser you know."
"Yeah and greaser is code for trouble."
"No it's not!" I argued, what was her problem greaser wasn't code for trouble was it? No she is wrong, she has to be, right?