Hard To Get - Part 8
Bodie jumped in the Capri and screeched away, leaving Ray's neighbours peering out of their windows. They knew it was him, only he drove round there like that, well apart from Doyle!
He found himself grinning, rather cheesily. He stopped at a crossing for a elderly woman and he nodded at her as she walked in front of him. She raised her eyebrow at him, obviously not a lady used to a handsome smile...
He felt a longing to see Terri again, more of an urgency to see her again..he'd dreamt about her all night, dreams that mainly involved kissing and warm embraces. He remembered when she reached for his hand when he'd been retelling his childhood with his dad, he almost felt as if..she really understood. Not pretended too but REALLY did. It made him shiver.
He wasn't used to feeling like this, he knew that much. But, it was a nice feeling! "This must be how Doyle felt when he was with Ann" thought Bodie. Not that his relationship had been allowed to blossom, which Bodie had always thought was sad. Doyle hadn't been himself for a while after that. Distant, not the cheery, witty bloke that Bodie knew and loved.
Relationships. Bodie didn't know how to define a real relationship. When he spotted a woman, it was lust. Pure lust. He never intended looking for a long lasting deal. But Terri, Bodie entertained the idea of him and Terri together..the feeling he got was wonderful.
A few hours later found Bodie in the pub. He'd been sitting in the corner quietly enjoying his lager when a couple of pretty girls walked in. Betty had always said that he had a sensor when it came to females. He moved to get up, when a strange feeling came over him. One which Bodie never liked getting. Guilt.
"Should I be doing this now?" he mentally asked himself. After all, he wanted things to happen with Terri. Surely that would mean NO women? He then brushed the idea away and sidled up to the bar.
Ten minutes later a white Escort hurtled into the pub car park. A curly haired man got out and a petite woman with long blonde hair. They were laughing and chatting as they walked in the pub. Then things weren't right at all. The woman recognised the man at the bar and her heart lifted, then dropped. He was standing very very close to a young brunette and she was stroking his face. The woman said his name in anguish and then turned and ran out. The curly haired man just stood staring at the other man. He shook his head and ran after the woman.
Bodie ran to the door and was in time to see the Escort speeding away, leaving the noise of crunching gravel. Bodie just stood still. The air was then filled with the heart rending sounds of a man's sobs.
Bodie jumped in the Capri and screeched away, leaving Ray's neighbours peering out of their windows. They knew it was him, only he drove round there like that, well apart from Doyle!
He found himself grinning, rather cheesily. He stopped at a crossing for a elderly woman and he nodded at her as she walked in front of him. She raised her eyebrow at him, obviously not a lady used to a handsome smile...
He felt a longing to see Terri again, more of an urgency to see her again..he'd dreamt about her all night, dreams that mainly involved kissing and warm embraces. He remembered when she reached for his hand when he'd been retelling his childhood with his dad, he almost felt as if..she really understood. Not pretended too but REALLY did. It made him shiver.
He wasn't used to feeling like this, he knew that much. But, it was a nice feeling! "This must be how Doyle felt when he was with Ann" thought Bodie. Not that his relationship had been allowed to blossom, which Bodie had always thought was sad. Doyle hadn't been himself for a while after that. Distant, not the cheery, witty bloke that Bodie knew and loved.
Relationships. Bodie didn't know how to define a real relationship. When he spotted a woman, it was lust. Pure lust. He never intended looking for a long lasting deal. But Terri, Bodie entertained the idea of him and Terri together..the feeling he got was wonderful.
A few hours later found Bodie in the pub. He'd been sitting in the corner quietly enjoying his lager when a couple of pretty girls walked in. Betty had always said that he had a sensor when it came to females. He moved to get up, when a strange feeling came over him. One which Bodie never liked getting. Guilt.
"Should I be doing this now?" he mentally asked himself. After all, he wanted things to happen with Terri. Surely that would mean NO women? He then brushed the idea away and sidled up to the bar.
Ten minutes later a white Escort hurtled into the pub car park. A curly haired man got out and a petite woman with long blonde hair. They were laughing and chatting as they walked in the pub. Then things weren't right at all. The woman recognised the man at the bar and her heart lifted, then dropped. He was standing very very close to a young brunette and she was stroking his face. The woman said his name in anguish and then turned and ran out. The curly haired man just stood staring at the other man. He shook his head and ran after the woman.
Bodie ran to the door and was in time to see the Escort speeding away, leaving the noise of crunching gravel. Bodie just stood still. The air was then filled with the heart rending sounds of a man's sobs.