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"If you like pina colardas and getting caught in the rain…." I sang without thinking. It was Friday, the day before I was seeing Jayni again. We at a rehearsal for the upcoming tour (in about two months) and I hadn't been concentrating all week. I'd been thinking about Jayni….Anyway, I shut up as soon as I realised I was singing. Mainly cos all the guys had turned to stare at me. I shrugged.

"It's from The sweetest thing. It's Jayni's all-time favourite movie." I said, again without thinking. If I was back in school, I could have got away with this excuse so easily. Not so now.

"Who's Jayni?" Asked Tom. I felt red but shrugged it off.

"A friend." I quickly turned away.

"Hang on…." I could hear Danny smirk before he even finished his sentence. "Wasn't Jayni that girl who've got that big box of stuff about? The reason why you complained about the song surfer babe cos it was her nickname?"

"Maybe…."

"So why have you suddenly brought her up again?"

"Erm….I read my yearbook?"

"You don't have a yearbook. That's American." Chipped in Harry, who came down from the drum kit to sit next to Danny. "So who is she then?"

"I told you. A friend."

"One we've never met or heard of until now….tell us more about her." Tom came and sat next to the others. They were all grinning. I sighed, sat on the floor and decided to tell them everything I knew about her.

"Okay…..Jayni is Jayni Parkin. Real name Jasmine Violet Day. She hates the name Jasmine because the name is recycled from a dead sister. She was born on the 30th November, the same day as me. She's the same age as me and we were in the same form at school. She has a brother called Paul Parkin who is five years older than us. He runs, or ran he might not be there anymore, a café in Corringham. She moved there when I was in year eight. She was born in St Ives Cornwall and has lived all over the UK. Her family moved around a lot when she was a kid because they had a lot of debt and stuff. Her parents were artists. When she was nine they moved to Skegness to live with her grandma. Her parents….err went to the middle east for work leaving Jayni with her grandma." Not sure if Jayni would want some guys she's never met knowing that particular little fact of her life. Best leave out that her parents are criminals. "After her grandma died, Jayni and her brother moved to Corringham. They lived in a house that came to them in their grandma's will. They have a shared bank account. The house has two upper storeys and a ground floor. She lives in all the top floor where she has an attic balcony. Erm…" I scratched my head, thinking what to say next. That was her life story anyway. Oh yeah, her favourite things.

"Her favourite colours are green, orange and purple. Her favourite shade is white. Her favourite TV shows are Hollyoaks, The Simpsons, CSI, Futurama and….Quantum Leap. Her favourite sports are running and badminton. She was a champion of running, she held the school record! Her favourite music is reggae and ska. Her favourite artists are Bob Marley and The Wailers, Desmond Dekker and The Specials. Her favourite songs are Buffalo Soldier, Shanty Town and this old school hymn about building houses on sandy land. Her favourite films are the sweetest thing, dancing, from hell and to kill a mockingbird. Her favourite books are to kill a mockingbird, birdsong, some book by Karl Marx and this weird set of books called Wicca. Her favourite foods are risotto, Thai green chicken curry, welsh cakes and cherries. She hates chicken on the bone though. She loves riddles and brainteasers. She loves finding out brand new things. She's allergic to Vaseline and bonjela. I've never seen her wear trousers; she will always wear a skirt. Her favourite lessons at school were English, RE and Art. She hated maths and geography, but she was one of those people who are amazing at everything. She will work like five minutes on a 2 hour exam and get like A! But she always helped me in lessons, tests and with homework. Her favourite perfume is dewberry. She makes all her own clothes. Her favourite actress is Bryce Dallas Howard and her favourite actor is Gregory Peck. Her favourite saying is 'I'm not saying you did but I'm blaming you'. She hates people who judge her. Her nicknames are Jayjas, SB, Surfer Babe, JayJay, JD, Flower Power and Hippie Chick. Her favourite poem is called Reflections and is by Roy Storey. It goes….." I tried to remember it. I'd heard her say it so many times I could say it in my sleep! But before I could continue, a hand clamped itself round my mouth.

"Okay! That's enough!" Danny had his hand clamped over my mouth. "You do realise you've been talking for over an hour? How much do you know about her? You could write a bloody biography!" He was joking but it was true. I did know just about everything there is to know about Jayni.

"I'm sorry…..you DID ask me to tell you all about her. So I did." I shook off Danny and stood up, rubbing my knees.

"Yes….but just not so much!" Harry got up too and stretched. "Why do you remember so much about her but not tell us about her?"

"I dunno….she's Jayni Payni, Jayjas. She's special."

"How special?" Harry grinned, eyebrow raised.

"We were best mates. We spent all day, every day together. That's it. I just want my friend back. We haven't talked for like five years."

I neglected to tell all of them that I'd fallen head over heels in love for her. I left out the fact that I couldn't get her out of my mind. I absent mindedly started to sing her favourite poem.

"Wine
reflects
the candlelight.
Sweet sounds, soft and light.
Two hearts, entwined
reflections
in time…"

"…..so basically, that's all I know about Dougie." It was Saturday. The fateful day, or Le fateful day as the French would say. The train from Lizard point (Just thinking….mega ironic the name of where I live ennit?) to King's Cross had been cancelled….something about sheep on the line. Bodies on the line more like, joked Stef. So, instead I was driving up to King's Cross in my ancient red Volkswagen buggy which had no roof and a serious, terminal case of rust. The back seat was full of flower pots, dread beads, surfboards, lobster pots and old buoys. I was driving up with Stef, for emotional support. She'd dealt with the full onslaught of me getting ready ('Should I shave my hair? It's been the same forever will he find it boring?' 'Arghgh are my arms too white? Do I look pasty?' 'Is THAT A SPOT? IS IT? IS IT?' 'Will my purple halter dress swamp me? Will I look fat? He never thought I was fat before but d'yer think I'm podgy?' 'Are my boobs too flat? Where's my push-up? What d'yer mean Zac was using it as a hat?' Etc,etc) so she could help me stay calm and not kill myself on the M1. She'd asked about Dougie so I'd spent like the last hour telling her everything I could about her, over my Bob Marley albums.

"Wow…..you seem like complete opposites ya know. But they say opposites attract." Stef was leant casually against the door of the car, sunglasses on. For a second I felt jealous of how cool and confident she is. But then I remembered Dougie wanted to see ME not her. That cheered me up no end.

"Anyways, are you going to go for it then?"

"I don't know….I dunno if he likes me in that way and my last boyfriend was way back when I was 12 so I have no idea what I'd do."

"Hmm….I think you should go for it. If he doesn't like you then you can go back to being friends. If he does then all of your teenage years practically have not been in vain."

"Yeah I hear what you're saying…."

"JAY. LISTEN TO ME. GO. FOR. IT!"

"Well, I think I should see how this meeting up goes. Obviously I can't try for anything if I end up getting so mad when I see him that I tear his head off."

"Of course."

"So I'm gonna see how I feel when we meet…I might not even like him as he is now. This just might be a silly remnant of a school crush."

"Yes of course but Jayni…."

"Yeah what?"

"You know how I said that I thought threesomes were disgusting and something I would never lower myself to?"

"Yes…."

"If you get with Dougie I take all that I've said back. I want, no DEMAND, a threesome." We both burst out laughing.

I waited nervously at King's Cross, biting my nails. Saturday. Jayni-day. I'd bought something for her- I mean she did sound pretty pissed on the phone. I'd bought some dewberry perfume (her favourite) and a bouquet of daffodils (her favourite). I sunk lower into the bench, shuffling my feet on the floor. I hadn't even told the guys! They'd had enough of me talking about her all week.

"Attention, the train from Lizard Point, Cornwall has been cancelled….repeat, the train from Lizard Point Cornwall has been cancelled." I looked up to the screen. Cornwall? Is it Jayni's train? I was about to run up to the board when the announcement continued.

"This train was from St Ives, and was stopping at Newlyn, Penzance, Gloucester and King's Cross. This service has been terminated."

"No! NO NO NO!" I ran to the main boards and saw CANCELLED. I felt ready to scream! It was like everyone was out to stop me meeting her today! I pulled out my phone to call her again. I'd drive down there myself if I had to!

Ring……..ring

"Oh pick up the phone Jayni. Pick up the phone. Don't have left it in the oven again."

Ring………ring

"Hello Jayni's sunrise café, St Ives how may I help you?" A man's gruff voice answered. I shook the phone in confusement. Who was this? Did Jayni have a boyfriend? Was she going to stay with him instead?

"Erm….hey is Jayni there?"

"Not another one of you guys after her…..(Another one? How many were there?) you're like the fiftieth one I've had to tell today why can't you all tell each other? Anyways, Jayni's not here right now. She'll be back tomorrow."

"Where is she then?"

"She's driving up to London to meet up with an old school friend. Her train was cancelled so she had to take the buggy out."

"Oh…that's good." GOOD? It was great! She'd always fixed things when stuff went wrong. When she made a commitment, she damn well stood by it. "So, who are you anyway?"

"Why? Who wants to know."

"Erm…..(think Dougie. THINK!) I need to know if Jayni's still single or not." SMOOTH move, Mr Poynter. Avoided random café guy coming after you. Swish!

"Oh….I can see it from that angle!" He laughed. "No, I'm not Jayni's boyfriend. She doesn't have one. I'm seeing her friend Stef so they asked me to watch the café when they're in London."

"Oh thanks mate."

"No probs. Bye." He hung up.

She hasn't got a boyfriend.

And she's still coming to London.

Amazing the things you learn over the phone isn't it?

"SC!" Someone screamed and suddenly someone had picked me up from behind, crushing my bones in a massive bear hug.

"Jayni!" I gasped. "Put me down!"

"Oh sorry…." She dropped me. "Well turn around and say hello properly."

She was even more beautiful than how I remembered her. She'd grown taller, and was now exactly the same height as me which was rather freaky. She's grown wider too, and was now the classic hour-shape which looked soo good. Her dreadlocks had grown longer and were bleached blonder than how they were. They were right down her back now. She'd put beads and stuff in them and they twinkled in the morning light. She wore a headband which held them back and showed her heart shaped face off. Her nose stud was a tiny little diamond with matching earrings. Her skin was a light brown that came from working down in Cornwall I guess- it suited her. Her eyes were just as green as I could remember, with the smoky effect that made them stand out. Her dress was a purple halter neck which made her figure look even better. A tiny diamond was cut out over her belly button, showing off the burn in the shape of an ankh she had. (One day in year nine, we were goofing around when she heated up this old ankh necklace she had over a lighter. When it got really hot she pressed it into her stomach to get the permanent burn of it, like a tattoo. She hadn't like cried or anything so I said she could do it on my shoulder. Guess what. It caned. She called me a wuss. But I still had it. It was now in the middle of my tattoo.)

She looked amazing.

I felt like a little kid.

"Oh Dougie….you've changed so much!" She hugged me at the front now, her breath tickling the back of my neck. She flung me back suddenly at arm's length.

"You've started smoking."

"I haven't!"

"You reek of it." She grabbed a hand and held up the fingers. "Look. Yellowy. You smoke."

"I got you a present!" I pulled up the flowers and the little bag. She dropped me.

"A present? For me? Oh wow!" She took the flowers and smiled. "You remembered daffodils are my favourite!" She opened the little bag. "Awh……" She smiled one of those smiles that are a half pout. "Dewberry….I love dewberry. And they don't have the body shop in St Ives I haven't been able to get any for four years." She hugged me again and I was enveloped in the unmistakeable Jayni smell- flowers, dewberry, dove soap and the sea.

"Come on, let's go to the car and go somewhere." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the front door. I found my eyes following the sway of her hips before I remembered it was Jayni and I looked away.

"Climb in the back next to the flower pots." We came to the scruffiest looking car ever. It was one of those Volkswagen bug things in red with no roof. The back seat was full of junk and in the passenger seat was sat a pretty brown haired girl in sunglasses. Stef I presumed.

"Hey I'm Stef." Aha, my guess was correct.

"Hey I'm Dougie. You must be Jayni's friend." I climbed awkwardly over the side of the car into the back seat, narrowly avoiding sitting on a side turned surfboard. Jayni put the daffodils in a flower pot next to me and revved the engine.

"Where we going anyway?" She asked.

"I'm going to Oxford Street for some heavy duty shopping Jay. So just drop me off and I'll leave you two alone all day." I noticed a slight something about when Stef said 'alone all day' but I thought nothing of it.

"Okay Stef. So SC what are we doing?"

"I thought we could catch up or something."

"Oh okay. I saw this little place we should go to. It'll be perfect."

"….so Paul's married now with a kid or something. I don't know he doesn't talk that often. And I'm down in Cornwall with the café and Stef."

"And what, fifty guys after you?" We were sat at this little street café near Carnaby street called Nero's or something like that. Just really telling the other what had happened in the almost five years we hadn't seen each other. Jayni had gone first, hers being the shorter of our stories. Anyway, she giggled and blushed a little at this comment.

"Yeah well I never want them to be interested in me!"

"Oh haven't you had a boyfriend down there then?"

"No. I haven't had a boyfriend since I was like 12 Doug. Men like that don't interest me."

Hmmm.

Men like what?

Do I have a chance?

I cleared my throat, a tad embarrassed after that particular part of the catch-up.

"So what's been happening with you then Doug? I never hear anything from anyone down in Cornwall."

"Oh stuff's been fine."

"How's your mum and sister?"

"Fine. Don't you talk to my sister or anyone anymore? You used to be friends."

"I called your house once after you left. Your mother told me you hadn't asked about me and that she didn't think I should ask for your address or phone number again." I said rather frostily. His mother and sister had completely blanked me after I left and wouldn't tell me where he was or even if he was happy or alive.

"Did they? I told them to give it to you!"

"They didn't." He looked confused, his brows wrinkling up. It was a shock when I first saw him I admit. He looked so much older from when I last saw him, and I felt like I was so much younger (what with being almost exactly the same.) His hair was in a fringe that suited him and complimented his face. His eyes were the same little cheeky ones and he looked as cute as he ever had done, more so even. I knew when I saw him that it wasn't just a silly high school crush. I loved him and it killed me inside that he hadn't bothered to contact me since we'd last seen each other.

"Oh……" We sat in silence, neither of us saying what we were thinking.

"Dougie why didn't you ever call me?" I bit the bullet first. He looked taken aback at my question but I had to know.

"I just got busy with the band and stuff. It's not easy being famous….." He attempted a smile but I shot it down. Jayni Parkin on a mission takes no crap. Period.

"But you could have taken just two minutes to talk to me. I made it obvious what I felt. Then you just never responded to it." He started biting his thumb nail but I pulled it away. (I'd always stopped him biting his nails at school). He looked at me then looked at his feet.

"I just thought you wouldn't want to hear from me."

"I wouldn't want to hear from you. Dougie, do you understand how I felt every day for the last five years?"

He shook his head. I sighed.

"Every day I would think to myself 'He must hate me. That's why he hasn't called. He's got so much now that he doesn't need me. He must hate me, like the world hates me.'"

"The world doesn't hate you Jayni…."

"Your world does."

"What d'yer mean 'my world'? My fans you mean?"

"Yes your fans. Don't you know there's a 'HATE JAYNI PARKIN-DOUGIE'S SECRET EX' forum? Your fans hate me!"

"Dougie's secret ex? But we never went out!"

"Does that matter when it's you? In the café back home I put a picture of me on the corkboard. You were in the background. Suddenly teenage girls turn up, look at the picture and say I'm your ex. They think I've hurt you and start hating me. I had a brick thrown through my bedroom window! They started planning ways to beat me up! I was terrified!"

"Jayjas…I had no idea…." He reached out and held my hand on top of the table.

"It wouldn't have bothered me if I could have just talked to you so you get them to stop threatening us. But every time I tried to contact you I either got hate from your mother or nothing. It hurt that you never bothered to write back or even call. Did I mean that little to you?" I was really raging at him now, all the anger and tears and screeches of 'WHY ISN'T THIS MESSAGE FROM HIM?' and all the plans of ways to kill me I'd read on the internet were just pouring out of me at him right now. He sat there taking it as I'd taken all the times he'd raged about anything back at school.

"You always meant something to me Jayjas."

"Then why didn't you prove it then?" I looked into his blue eyes and for the first time in years felt like I was worth something. For five years I've felt worthless, but Dougie being there and taking this all in made me feel better than I had done in years. He looked so concerned and I felt so relived I'd got everything off my chest finally that what he did next took me by surprise.

"Jayni, you've always meant the world to me." He leant over the table and kissed me.

Our kiss was finally finished.

It didn't matter that it took five years.

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