Chapter 3
1st April 2004
"That was 5 colours in her hair by the new pop rock sensation, McFly! Loving the new track..."
My beat up car's radio buzzed away as I drove the streets of Hackney, McFly Had been all over the radio this past two weeks. I listened to the music on the radio all the time, never really linking up bands to songs. I had a general idea but it was limited. I didn't know what they looked like, I didn't like magazines and I wasn't a big telly watcher. The new Occasionally or a film but that was my limit. But by all reports, they where all young, hot and single. Stealing the hearts of teenage girls up and down the country. Don't get me wrong, I loved the song. The Beatles meets The beach boys Meets blink-182, but the screaming teenage hoards at their shows would put me off majority.
The weather was warming, the skies clearing, this summer was going to be lovely. I never did see the brown eyed boy again. After more extensive talking with Roxie it was revealed his didn't ask about me after I left the coffee shop, but his friend did. Too shy I guessed, to ask my name, to discover me. He did enter a few times according to the other staff, but he soon stopped. He must of given up. He just knew I was a clutz and away with the fairies. It had been over a year now
I sighed a little at that, It made me sad he didn't know me. ...Argh Get a grip, probably for the best. I pulled up as said coffee house and angrily turned off the engine. One good thing came out of our meeting. My novel was finished. Naturally Roxie Loved it, and told be to send it to every publisher going. Some said no straight away, but it was early days yet. I grabbed my rucksack, locked up and headed inside.
Roxie wasn't on shift today, But the mood I was in I was slightly glad. It was busy in the coffee shop, lots of giggling girls, it got louder as the door bell rung and some new custom enter. I was already in my spot, drinking my iced tea, scribbling away as per.
"Hello, what can I get you?" The barista asked
"What do you want Doug? Hazza? Tom?" A unnervingly familiar northern boy asked.
My head shot up. At the counter was the northern boy Danny, I had encounted the previous year. Brown hair, straighten, Grey blue eyes, the same cheeky grin as before. This time he was with another brunette boy, taller with stunning bright blue eyes, a smaller younger boy, with blonde hair with his back to me but his spikey hair which would easily rival a hedgehogs was easy to see.
And then there was Tom, My Brown eyed boy.
It was as I had only seen him yesterday. The only difference was the longer hair, an only indication that time had passed. Tom started to look around (he look'd hoping but I think I was imagining things) as Danny Took there orders. My head snapped down. Stop it! It should matter, he thinks your an idiot anyway. I went back to writing. My head spinning. I couldn't consentrate. The room grew louder, more excitable for some reason, I had no idea why and I couldn't take it much longer.
"It's really them!" a girl next to me mutter to her friends.
It seemed Tom and the boy's had noticed too, Took there coffee's and left with out sitting down. I went unnoticed. I was both relieved and disappointed. Angry again at my self for wanting his attention I called it quits, it was obvious I wasn't gonna get anything written today. I asked the barista for a take away cup and left. The crowds seemed to follow the boys out of the shop. Annoyingly they surround my car. As I fought my way to the punto, they started to part the way, obviously aware I was trying to move the car out. As I sat down, rolled down my window and started the engine, I heard Danny again.
"TOM! You're in Luck today mate"
I looked forward to see Dan, elbowing the others laughing at Tom. Tom didn't look so hysterical. His head shot up in my direction. Even though the girl mobbed them, he seemed unphased. Eyes connected and I Froze.
The taller, dark haired boy spoke up this time "Ahhh, So that is coffee shop girl huh?"
I couldn't cope with the electricity anymore. I started to pull away with my car.
"HEY!"
It was Tom.
He was trying to come towards me, but the girls surrounded him, engulfed him.
I just drove away, back home
He was frantic as he tried to reach me, but I could stand it, I had to leave. When I Pulled up as my building, I ran the stairs, enter my flat and locked myself in. Why were they mobbing him and his friends?
I felt like such as coward as I ran away from him again, and let him slip away from me again. But he remembered me, little old me, and he obvioudly talked about me, by the way his mates were teasing him.
"ahh, so this is coffee shop girl"
When Roxie came around with the movie and snacks, she found my softly banging my head again my bed room door.
"why, ,why, why, why, why..."
Tom's POV
DAM IT!
DAM IT! DAM IT! DAM IT! DAM IT!
I'd lost her again.
Why didn't I as her name?
'Cuz I'm a massive idiot, that'll be the answer. Plus today, as much as I loved our fans, I hated them for getting in my way.
Hair Like fire, skin a pale porcelain, eyes of emerald green. Wide, startled, glistening in the sun. Just the same as before, God she was stunning.
The boy's naturally haven't stopped ribbing me since.
"she's fit" Harry stated. "Might ask her out myself next time"
Doug added " If you you can find her after the mob scared her away!"
Dan smiled " Better luck next time eh mate?"
Next time?
I hope so, I hope there is a next time. Argh, as if there is gonna be a next time! No, fate is fickle like that!. BASTED!
I should be on top of the world right now, Number 1 in the mid-week charts, having the time of my life with the boys in the shared house. Yet here I am, sulking now as they are down stair, getting drunk, playing xbox having a laugh.
