Galileo stepped back in shock. "I…" he stuttered as he fidgeted with the edge of his tee. Scara realised what she had done and felt bad, "Im sorry Gaz…I didn't mean…" she started but was interrupted by him. "Whatever. It obviously doesn't matter" he said breathing deeply. Scaramouche heard what Gaz said like an echo through a cave. Tears formed in her eyes, "What does that mean?" she asked trying to be strong, "Don't get the hump now Gaz…" she said. Looking straight ahead and showing no emotion, he replied, asking her why she thought he would get the hump. "You're doing it again!" she said as he continued to look thoroughly pissed off with her and remained silent.
"Why wont you talk to me...you are such a child sometimes Gaz!" Scara almost yelled. Upon hearing this, Gaz turned round, "Oh I can be a child?! Look who's talking!" he yelled at her. That really hit home hard, Scara felt it instantly. The tears had reformed in her eyes and she had decided that she couldn't take any of this anymore, "I…well…" she muttered as she turned to leave and started walking towards the door. It took a few seconds, but Gaz eventually realised what he had said, "Scara? I…that…that came out wrong" he muttered. Scara stopped in her tracks, span around and yelled at him, "No! You can't keep turning stuff around on me!"
Hesitantly, Gaz took a step towards her, fidgeting with his tee as he went, "I…I…" he started. "What Gaz? What?" she cried with frustration. "I…I love you" he said quietly. Scara looked down, "Well, you're doing a bad job of showing it lately" she sighed. Gaz stood in front of her, fidgeting more and more with the edge of his tee and his jacket. "Oh come here you silly banker" Scara said sounding a little relieved as she hugged him. "I guess they were right, we did need to talk."
Upon hearing the silence from within the room, Brit and Meat wandered back in. Gaz and Scara slowly pulled out of their hug and looked over at the couple that had just entered. "So…Meat…what is it that you aren't telling us?" Gaz asked casually. "What are you on about Gazza?" she replied as she went and sat on a sofa, "I'm not "not telling you" anything" she said sounding almost fed up by the whole conversation. Feeling a little confused, Gaz thought he would try a different tactic. "So…what were you talking to Brit about?" Meat looked up, grinning, "Oh ya know…the usual…just stuff" she said as she winked at him. Trying to hide it Gaz sighed as quietly as he could, "Why does she always do that?" Unfortunately, he wasn't quiet enough. "Because I love to torment you" she giggled as she winked at him again. "So it seems" he sighed, "Aren't you supposed to be nice to me? I mean I am the Dreamer!"
Meat looked up, "You are asking me, the girl who didn't even think that you were the Dreamer?" she said suspiciously. Instantly Gaz felt like a fool, "Oh yeah…" he shrugged, "hey, anything is possible" he said trying to laugh it off. Scara looked at Meat and tried not to laugh at him, "Riiigghhtt…" she said, rolling her eyes. Seeing this, Gaz decided to include her in the conversation, "well, who would have thought that me and you would get together…you hated me when we first met!" he said as though stating a fact.
Scara began fidgeting with her tee and blushing, "Umm…well…yeah?" she stuttered. "Oh God! What is making you blush so much? You used to be all like 'I never blush'" Meat said mocking Scara who was, by this point, blushing even more. Softly Gaz repeated his question, "Is that true though? Did you really hate me when we first met?"