John Paul

When I open my eyes, I didn't know if I want to hide under the quilt and go sleep enjoying the silence and warmth, or throw the nearest pillow straight into Craig's face when he again passes by our bed, swearing at all world and making noise, when he was searching for his favourite tie in the wardrobe...Probably I should told him a long time ago that his lovely tie is lying now peacefully on the landfill...but after the way he woke me up I think he needs a suffer. So without any pangs of conscience I'm observing how he's tossing around all bedroom, giving furniture evil glares like it has been their fault that he's so dump and giddy, that he can't find anything in flat. From the dawn I always hearing: John Paul, where's my...And John Paul politely standing up from the bed and searching for Craig's missing thing, like exemplary wife and...My God, I turned into my mum.

'John Paul, could you stop watching me with this stupid smirk on your face and help me find my tie?' Someone is irate, I see. It doesn't bode nothing good.

'Firstly give me a kiss and tell me a magic word.' I reply to him with a grin.

'Fuck off, John Paul.' And surely someone's forget that irate McQueen is the worst thing you can meet on your track today, sweetheart.

'Better watch your mouth, if you don't want to go to the work with black eye. I wonder what your boss would say at that.' I warn him loyally.

'Can't you just help me?!' He asks irate and closes the drawer with a slam. I don't know how many times I need to tell him to not doing that.

'No. I'm going back to my dream which you brutally interrupted.'

'John Paul!'

'I want to sleep, Craig. Can you at least respect this one thing?' I ask him drily and hide my head under the quilt.

'And I want to go to work, but my fucking boyfriend put my tie somewhere and I can't find it!'

'Stop shouting at me! Why it's so important?' Sometimes I don't understand him. Why is he doing affair because of one stupid tie, when in his drawer he has at least ten?!

'It's my last day in work.' He replies in sepulchral tone and I don't know if I should laugh or cry? He's unbelievable!

'We're going to West Lynch only for three weeks, Craig. It's not in the end of world. When we come back, you may back to your job, if you love it so much.' I mock him.

'Why are we going there?' He whines and I roll my eyes. I swear, sometimes he's such a kid.

'Cause it's a vacation-time now, Craig. We have July, if you forget.'

'Can't we spend vacation here?' He asks me looking at me with pleading.

'We need to rest, and in Dublin we won't reach it. You know it.' I point at him my finger, but he only gives me odd look and crosses his arms against chest.

'I understand everything, John Paul. But why Michaela has to go with us?!' So finally we reach an agreement. This all scene wasn't about a tie, but about my sister and our lovely vacation, which of course nobody disturbed. NOBODY. And this refers primarily to moodily and workaholic boyfriends.

'She's all the time in Hollyoaks, Craig. You exactly know how boring is there, especially for such young woman.'

'It's stupid reason, John Paul.' He argues like always when it comes about my family.

'She's my sister Craig and I want to spend with her some time, cause we're seeing each other only in Holidays! It's natural that I miss her.' I yell at him. 'Besides if you forget, Jake is going with us too. So I don't understand why my sister can't go with us?'

'Michaela all the time is whining and doing stupid things. She's immature.' He says in tone like he eats all world minds.

'You're the same Craig.' He gives me evil glare, but hey, that's true Craig! 'If I was you, I will be more concern about Jake. I take it, he knows we're together, right?' And maybe for once he accepted it and won't searching for a some chick for you in West Lynch.

'Yes, he knows, John Paul.' He replies angrily. 'He won't say any nasty words about us. He changed.'

'Good for us.' I roll my eyes and fizzle when he punches me on the arm. 'Okay, I'm not saying he's bad. Maybe he really changed, I don't know that yet.'

'Trust me, he changed. I talked with him.'

'Good.' I again roll my eyes. 'What about Steph and Tom? They're going too?'

'I hope not.' He mumbles. 'But still it's very possible they'll join to us later.'

'It's sounding like a good fun!'

'No, it's not.' He says irate, giving me unappreciated glance. 'Can't Michaela stay with your mum?'

'You want me to take with us Jackie?'

'Tell her to take a sweater. The nights can be cold.' I smile with a gloat, knowing that I hit your blind-spot. Jackie still scary you as hell, even if we seeing with her only twice a year.

'I'll tell her.' I promise with a wide grin. 'Babe, maybe you wear this burgundy tie?' I suggest, knowing that you won't find your lovely tie, and admit now that I threw it to the bin, it's like a signing a death sentence upon myself.

'I don't have any choice now. I need to go to the work.' He says angrily and opens your drawer.

'Don't forget to phone to Jake. We need to know where we meet.'

'Michaela is going to ride with us?

'No. She said she prefer ride there by bus.' Or I should rather say, she can't stand your face. Oh, well, it's not that important news.

'At least thank God for this. We'll meet with her on the spot.' He agrees with a relief and tie up his burgundy tie around the neck. 'Okay, so you can go sleep back.'

'Oh, thank you.' I say sarcastically. 'I was waiting for this words for all the time.'

'See you later.' He send me a kiss before he heads toward the door.

'Bye.' I say and hide again under the quilt with wide smile. Craig can saying what he wants, but I know he's the same excited about this trip as I. And even if he's sulking now, he'll love this vacation. I'm sure about this.