I started a new story. It has been ages, not sure if I still got that flow. I do hope I will be able to finish it, and would love reviews. That will keep me writing.
Chapter 1.
'You're leaving?', he asked surprised, his voice clear. Alex' eyebrows lifted in disbelieve, and he was trying to wrap hiis mind around the thought of Stevie leaving town. Claire raised her eyebrows in a different way, seeing that look upon her friend's face.
Stevie took a deep breath and nodded. A weird kind of shyness was washing over her, and for a moment the red head wished to be gone already. But just as quickly she changed her attitude and turned around her bar stool towards the bar tender, ordering another beer.
Alex's gaze had followed her for a moment before turning towards Claire, like she could give clearance or just tell him it was a joke, or she would change her mind. But his friend didn't seem to share the way he felt, ad just raised her shoulder for a moment. Slightly agitated he turned towards Stevie again, and pushed her shoulder. 'Come on cowgirl, why on earth leaving? You've got the good life here'.
'Sometimes it's good to have a change of scenery', she just told him with a short look, lifting a fresh bottle of beer. 'Oh I see George, gonna catch up'. She was gone before he realised it, stepping of her stool as only she could, and parading away in her short denim skirt, with boots to shine.
'Why on earth is she leaving', he muttered along as he watched her stride away. Claire looked at him; 'come on Alex, you know Stevie, she is not one to stick around for long.' It was the ease in which she told him this, that annoyed him. His blue eyes lighted up, staring into hers. 'She's been around here for two years … and, you knew?'
'She told me something along those lines a few days ago. And to be honest, I think she has wanted to leave for quite some time now. Like she said, sometimes it's good to have a change of scenery'. Claire looked across the pub. It was starting to get more crowded, everyone seemed to be up for a party night. Alex shove his shoulder against hers, swallowing a swig of beer down his throat. 'Says Claire McLeod … who could have told me this', he noted, rising his brow at her.
She narrowed her eyes; 'Alex, if she had wanted you to know this earlier she would have told you. And it's not like I can just leave town. Dad needs me at Drovers. Stevie doesn't have a reason to stay at one place.' It seemed to make sense, but these thoughts stayed in his mind for a moment longer. 'She must have a family too, who wants her to come home …' He just said it out loud, but it could easily only have stayed in his mind. Claire took it as such, but he added, turning his full attention to her again: 'maybe she's got her own Harry'.
His mind was suddenly starting to think in full speed.