Hello all from a very sleepy me,
Hayley your request, finally. I am sorry its short but I have spent the past four hours, ever since we dropped you off at the train station, well I also spent half an hour in the car while Mum decided wether or not to stay in town and return that jumper, I was almost ready to get out and start walking home. Thankfully though her patience with paraelle parking wore out and we went home.
Thank you to all who reviewed the last chapters and thank to you, Cal is still in the the land of the dead, but he is poised and waiting to pop out if you are mean and dont review!
KeroaucinaHackney.
"Milkshakes?" his face was half amused, half mocking, "Are we going to soc-hop later? Will Olivia Newton-John start singing about her summer conquests?" Morgan and Mary-K looked at each other, trying to decide whether they should laugh or hurt him for his impudence. Mary-K's stern look wavered a little and a giggle escaped through, Morgan's face however remained set in a frown. He was going to take them whether he liked it or not! She tried to give him a glare but he just looked at her with big innocent eyes and her glare faltered. His face became triumphant, which only served to irritate Morgan more. That and the fact that he looked so adorable while being smug. That really was an annoying talent and one she wished she possessed then maybe she would win a few more of their arguments. But this time she was determined to get him into the car and to the diner and drinking a vanilla milkshake. So she crossed her arms and batted her eyelashes, Mary-K followed suit; "Ahh okay, okay!" He groaned, "I know when I am defeated! Off we go to the Milk shop and have a swell time!" Mary-K and Morgan gloated as they got into his car.
The diner was a proper 1950's one. Black and White checkered floor, red vinyl booths, big Jukebox in the corner. It was a popular place with Junior High kids and eight year olds birthday parties. Morgan and Mary-K had not been here since they were little and they highly doubted that Hunter had ever been to one. He was a little dazed as he walked in automatically he checked for greasers with Elvis hair and too short jeans, he was very relieved to find only a few bored waitresses and some sugared up tweens. They sat down at one of the booths. The girls sat together on one side and Hunter on the other side opposite Morgan; she quirked an eyebrow at him, "What no smart-ass remarks?" he smiled; "Quite a few actually in just saving them for a phone call home so their comedic value can be fully appreciated." Morgan swiftly kicked him in the shin and he was still wincing when the waitress came over, looking very bored and as if she was on the verge of pulling out a gun and shooting herself in the temples: poor thing. However none of our protagonists noticed this small fact as they were too busy making fun of each other.
"What and I suppose the British equivalent of this far superior and far cooler?" Morgan's eyebrows where furrowed at her boyfriend. "Well... No" he replied, "The British equivalent is a wondrous phenomenon called Little Chef, which is famous for its all day breakfasts and chocolate dounut pudding that make you want to throw up around ten minutes after you have eaten them. " Mary-K's nose scrunched up in disgust, "If they are so bad, why are they still in business?" she looked vaguely confused. Hunter began to explain; "It's a national institution. We couldn't get rid of even if we wanted to because, perversely, we love it and it's bad food. It also the same reason we still have programs with Bruce Forsythe presenting them, we do actually want to hide him away in a nursing home somewhere but we cannot help but love his bad jokes and dancing." The waitress came back them to take their orders; "We'll have One chocolate and two caramel strawberry ones please." Morgan rattled out the order before anyone, namely Hunter, had a chance to object to it. He scowled at her. "What?" she asked all innocently with a "who me?" face on; "We came for milkshakes I assumed you wanted a milkshake!" she batted her eyelashes, twinkled her eyes and gave him her best "you know you love me" smile, coercement at its best. And Hunter was powerless to resist, he nodded in agreement. No one can resist the twinkly eyes. Mary-K spent the next few minutes quizzing Hunter on the contents of British life. She wanted to know about everything from school uniforms to marmite. Goodness knows why. When the drinks came Morgan and Mary-K pounced on theirs like meat starved leopards. Hunter was rather less enthusiastic in his approach. After tentative sniffs and some inquisitive looks at the pinkish liquid, he finally bit the bullet and took a sip; "Oh Christ!" his face had screwed up in disgust and Morgan and Mary-K burst out laughing, "That is absolutely disgusting, how on earth can you drink that, it's like eating a packet of sugar." His voice had gone very English and Morgan couldn't help but laugh. She would never understand why she found Hunter extreme Englishness so funny, but she never failed to find it hilarious. "Oh Hunter it's not that bad!" he just looked at Morgan, "Oh, really! Well then if you can stomach this then you shall have no problem with marmite." He said very matter of fact-ly. Now Morgan was quite scared, she had seen the small jar in his cupboard, it didn't look very appetizing; "You wouldn't dare!" he shrugged his shoulders and took another drink of his milkshake, then nearly threw up. That kind of lessened the force of his threat. Morgan and Mary-K collapsed against each other, hardly able to breath and with tears running down their cheeks.
They spent the rest of the afternoon there. Laughing and joking with each other over the silliest of things. Morgan for the first time in a long time felt really safe and normal, a little like her old self. She was unbelievably happy that a little part of that person still existed and that she didn't feel horrible about being that person again. Happy that she was here with her sister and her boyfriend, just like a normal girl. Having fun.