March 25th 2005
Smiles: So many it's rather scary, cigarettes: 2 – giving up, attempts at being nice to stupid people: Well, it kind of helps to mock them, especially when they don't realise.
"Are you sleeping with him?"
Hardly the best question to come home to.
"Are you sleeping with him?" Mickey's adamant that there's always something going on, even if it's all in his imagination.
"No…" I sighed reluctantly. "Mickey, I don't-"
"Don't go all high and mighty on me!" Mickey scowled. "I know what you're like."
"I beg your pardon!" That was it, who the hell did he think he was? "Are you insinuating that I'm easy?"
Mickey blinked and looked as though he wanted the ground to open up to eat him. I almost felt sorry for him before I remembered I was angry with him. "WELL?"
Mickey flinched and blushed, shaking his head. "I just meant I know you like him…"
"So?" I scoffed. "I'm single, and an adult!" Well I am, apparently. "I can do what I like!"
"Charlie…"
I flounced out the room, slamming the doors behind me, plotting all the things I was going to get Mickey to do as part of his ritual sucking up routine for whenever he upsets me. I've got him trained…
March 29th 2005
Rumours: Like bloody Chinese whispers, Rumours I wish were true: I kind of like the one that Smithy's got me pregnant and we're getting married with an Elvis impersonator…Well, not to him, but yes…
Sun Hill is under attack from the dreaded rumour mill again. If it's not Amber's latest conquest doing the rounds, it's who's shagging who, and who'd like to shag who if they got half the chance. Anyway, this time it's the turn of Super Sarge and me. I wouldn't mind so much if they're true, but I don't want him thinking I'm telling people that stuff's going on, when stuff sadly…isn't going on.
"So, when's it due?" Mickey asked with a grin, leaning on the desk.
"Are you calling me fat?"
"No!" Mickey rolled his eyes. "I just…y'know, it's called a joke, Chaz – people usually laugh at them."
"Only when they're funny."
Mickey just grinned and shrugged. "Heard the latest?"
Some of them are cringe worthy, really, if people are going to make up stories about me, at least make them interesting like…some big lurgy or something, is that too much to ask for?
"The baby is a hermaphrodite…"
"Remind me to thank Dan for his contribution." I drawled.
"And!" Mickey said with a dramatic pause. "It's not Smithy's, but his evil twin who pretended to be him for a day."
"Oh puh-lease."
"I thought you'd like it."
"They could have at least made it believable!"
"How's my sprog?" Smithy passed with an arched eyebrow. "I hope you're not killing it with nicotine."
"It'll be one of them thick skinned babies." Mickey chirruped. "Impervious to all that alcohol and stuff she's got down there already."
"Michael!" I scowled, beaming innocently at Smithy as I touched my stomach gently, leading to all later forms of cosy homely daydreams with him coming home to find me cooking his dinner with large baby bump, and him petting and talking to said bump. "She's fine."
"He-She?" Smithy gave a smirk and disappeared outside to deal with a rather angry looking member of the public.
"See, he don't mind." Mickey grinned and shrugged, having heard my worries about what Smithy might think. "Charlie, you're getting that weird look again." He prodded my arm as I started to daydream. "Chaz," he whined. "Stop iiiit!"
