A million stars
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN EASTENDERS!
Gus had finally come back to Walford for a two week vacation from song writing, and decided to come clean to Dot about her father.
"Hey Dot, I need to speak to you!" he said, jogging towards her.
"Ah! Gus! You're back!" replied Dot, smiling.
Gus put on a serious face.
"Oh. Is it some bad news from the band? Did they kick you out?" asked Dot.
"No, no, I'm taking a two week break." he said.
"That's good then!" replied Dot, the smile returning once more.
"Listen…Bradley never told you the truth about your father, did he?" he asked, carefully.
"He told me enough! He told me he went to Ibiza to marry a Cher look-alike and died when a lorry smashed through the front of their £2,000,000 home!" exclaimed Dot.
"No Dot, I AM YOUR FATHER!" said Gus.
"T-that's crazy! I'm older than you!" said Dot.
"Think about it. I was there when you were born, I was there when you took your first steps, I was even there when you went to school for the first time!" said Gus.
Dot thought about it and gasped.
"What the-? You were! But how…? You don't look a day older than you did then…dad." said Dot.
"Botox and anti-wrinkle cream. Works wonders!" said Gus, walking away.
O O O
Gus walked into Clare's house.
"Did she buy it?" asked Clare.
"Duh! Hook, line and sinker!" replied Gus.
"Damn!" said Clare, handing over £50.
"HaHa!" teased Gus.
"But how did you convince her?" she asked.
Gus was silent.
"Umm…Gus?" asked Clare.
More silence.
"What, so it's true? But that's impossible! She's older than you!" exclaimed Clare.
Gus shrugged.
He walked out the house, into the now dark street, and he breathed out, his breath visible against the night sky.
He looked up and saw a million stars.