NOTE: this story might not follow the movie's story line so well. I saw the movie a couple of weeks ago, I don't remember every detail. Thankies! Lol…
Love London
4
I was mortified.
Ms. Lovett had told Anthony what I thought of him! I was going to kill her…
I lay awake all night, thinking about it.
I had pretended to be sleeping when Anthony came in, and he had hesitated, standing there for a moment, before he went to bed himself.
The next morning, I avoided all eye contact with him. He still sat next to me at the table, but he had woken up later than usual.
He didn't have any coffee, either.
I wanted some coffee.
"What shop did you get the coffee from? I'm go buy some…" I asked.
"Oh, it was just up the street. A little corner store." He half-whispered. I swallowed and stood up, heading towards the door. I didn't make it, though, because Sweeney came stomping in before I reached it.
I stopped in my tracks and stared as he paced about the room.
"Um, Mr. Todd?" Anthony asked, or squeaked, as Sweeney continued pacing back and forth, back and forth.
"Sweeney?" I asked. I yelped when I realized Ms. Lovett was standing behind the counter. When had she gotten there?
Sweeney stopped pacing and turned to me. "What?" He snapped. I gulped.
"What's wrong?" That set him off.
"I need to get the Judge. It's driving me mad…" He replied.
"Love, you already are mad." Ms. Lovett said. Sweeney turned to her and his eyes turned to slits, but he didn't say anymore as he walked out of the shop and up the steps.
Now it was my turned to glare at Ms. Lovett. "What?" She asked curiously, totally unaware of what she had done.
Or was she?
"Anthony," I said, without turning around. "Could you be a dear and get some coffee from the corner store? I need to talk to Ms. Lovett alone for a moment…"
He nodded, stood up, and walked out of the shop.
"What'd I do??" She asked.
"Oh, you know what you did. I heard you. You told Anthony how I really felt about him!" I yelled.
"Um, Love…" She pointed to the window. Anthony was looking in.
And the front door was still open.
--
"Well, this must be… hard for you…" Sweeney said to me, his arm around me comfortingly. It was surprising that he was being sweet, really. After Anthony had heard, he had run down the street. He hadn't come back yet.
I had cried and Ms. Lovett had apologized a dozen times for telling Anthony in the first place about my feelings.
I hadn't accepted her apologies yet.
I sat there, tears running down my face, when someone knocked on the door. Ms. Lovett almost ran to the door, most likely hoping that it was Anthony. It wasn't.
What the hell was Rat-man doing here?
Ah, I've gotten into the habit of calling him rat man. I mean, he looks more like a rat than a beadle.
Haha…
Ha?
OK, moving on…
He stood there, holding his cane thing, and spoke quietly to Ms. Lovett.
She slammed the door in his face, locked it, and then came back and sat down at the table, smiling.
"So, how ya feeling, Love?" She asked. I was confused as to why she slammed the door in Rat-man's face. But I ignored it for now and answered her.
"Just peachy!" I snapped.
She flinched and took a sip of gin.
Someone outside the window caught her attention while she was mid-sip. She put the bottle down. I looked behind me to see who was there and my heart skipped a beat.
"Anthony?" I whispered.
Sweeney took his arm off me and stood up, walked out the door, walked up to Anthony, and I could swear by his expression that he was about to punch him in the face.
I heard Sweeney yelling, and it sounded muffled through the window. I couldn't understand a word he said, but I knew that he was yelling at Anthony for leaving me here to cry.
I swallowed, reached for the bottle of gin, and gulped it down.
Ms. Lovett was sitting there with her feet up on the table when Sweeney entered the shop, Anthony-less.
"You made him run off!" Ms. Lovett accused him, taking her feet off the table and standing up.
"Mr. T! Sometimes… sometimes you don't think!" She said and stomped to her bedroom.
"What…?" Sweeney called after her, and then looked at me for an explanation.
"Love, she's right. Sometimes you're totally clueless to the things around you." I said and walked outside.
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It wasn't quite dark yet, so I thought it was safe enough to walk. I couldn't see Anthony anywhere, but I thought it was best if I stayed away from him for awhile.
I walked down the sidewalk and this woman stopped me. "Spare change, ma'am." I smiled and reached into my pocket.
"There you go." I handed my change to her.
"Bless you!" She said, patting me on the shoulder and walking off. I shrugged and kept walking down the sidewalk.
I realized I was walking past Johanna's house. I looked up into the window and she wasn't there. I didn't really care, but it always seemed like she lived in the window, winning innocent boys' hearts and making them rescue her from a creepy Judge.
I wasn't paying attention, apparently, and I bumped into someone.
"Sorry." I mumbled, and started back down the sidewalk.
"Don't be." I heard "that someone" say. I turned around and faced Anthony, who looked very tired.
"Well, I, wasn't paying attention, so I should be sorry… don't you think?" Uh oh, I was stuttering now. I swallowed.
"I was just on my way back to the shop. Again." He said.
"Sorry about Sweeney, I guess he gets mad easily." I said, scuffing my shoe on the cement.
"Yeah, he just yelled at me for leaving…" He said, then reached into his bag and took out a cup of coffee.
"But I got coffee." He said, holding it out to me. I blushed.
"You didn't have to…" I murmured. I took it though, anyway, and mumbled a "thanks".
"So, you're going for a walk, then? It's getting dark, you know." He said.
"Well, then, come with me." I ventured. He smiled.
"Ok." And we walked off into the sunset…
OK, so, in London, no sunset. Basically fog.
So, yes, we walked off into the fog.
But we still walked off somewhere, together.
That counts, right?