This is short, sorry... But it's needed!
"So?" Sapphire flipped over, grinning.
"So what?" asked Ramona. It was five to eleven at night, and she was shattered from the long day at the beach. However, Sapphire looked like she was bursting to ask questions. "Liiiiiiaaam." She sat, cross legged, staring at Ramona. "What about him?"
"You seem to get on well."
"Yes. But I get on well with you, and Frank."
"Not as well as Liam. Two peas in a pod."
"We're mates."
"Looks a bit more than that, to be honest." Ramona threw a pillow at Sapphire. She caught it, and threw it back, still grinning. "Shall I ask him out for you?"
"NO! I've not even been here a week!"
"So?" Ramona sighed, and sat on Sapphire's bed. "Look, I think Liam's a sunburn boy."
"What?" Sapphire looked completely bemused. "It's a name me and my friends used to use. A sunburn boy is a dream boy, who once you start loving, you can't stop. The love gets painful and it gets so bad, and you try to avoid him. The love starts fading again, but it'll leave bad memories."
"Remind me again how this links to sunburn."
"The sun is the boy. You can't get enough, and it starts hurting, like the love. Once it's so bad, you avoid the sun (the boy), and the pain (love) goes away. But it'll leave a scar, reminding you of the sun."
"That's actually pretty good. But Liam wouldn't do that."
"He doesn't fancy me."
"You don't know that."
"You don't know he does fancy me."
"Fair point..." Sapphire picked at a loose thread in the bedclothes. "But he is a sunburn boy. Perfect, and you can't stop yourself..." Sapphire smiled. "So you do fancy him!" she stated triumphantly.
"Oh shh!" Ramona said, quickly placing a finger on Sapphire's lips. "They're along that corridor!"
"They won't hear, Liam falls asleep like that." She clicked her fingers. "Now, what can we do about little Liam and you..."
"Nothing!"
"Go on, you'd be well cute together. And I'll just throw you in deep water when ever he's around." She put on a false accent. "What's that Ramona? You would like to do your homework? Perhaps Liam has some! You too could go and work together in private..."
"If you do that, I will not be happy."
"That's the idea." Ramona laughed, and switched off her lamp. "Night Saph."
"Good night."
Ramona felt for the cardbox lying underneath her bed. The familiar peeling label met her hand, and she breathed out. Just to make sure, without making too much noise, she peered over the side of the bed, and took the lid of her cardboard box.
Inside, lay a pair of battered pointe shoes. The satin was holes, and the ribbons had began fraying a long time ago. Just holding them comforted her, like a small child would clutch onto a favourite toy. They had been with her for around three years, bought when she finally got onto pointe at the age of eleven. However, when she was thirteen and became homeless, she no longer could go to her lessons, and was forced to simply keep them, wearing them when necessary. They were her only possession that remained of her old home. Not her home on the street, but a real home, one that had heating and beds and a kitchen. Ramona placed them carefully back into the box, and slid them underneath the bed. She turned over to face Sapphire's bed. The lump in the bed covers which Ramona assumed was Sapphire moved slightly, as she breathed out.
Ramona thought of Liam, and his sunburn-boy qualities.
/You scarred, and left me,/
/Like a sunburn.../
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