A/N: Thank you Oddity Incarnate for your lovely review!
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Chapter Seven
"So, see you tonight?" asks Karen, Simon sitting opposite her.
"Sure, pick you up at seven?" asks Simon, letting go of her hand and leaving. Natalie and Mik come up to him, both eating ice-creams.
"You alright?" Simon asks her.
"Sure," she says. "You?"
"Yeah."
"Listen, I've been thinking, do you want to go out tonight?" asks Natalie, sitting opposite Simon, where Karen had been sitting minutes previously. Simon's quiet for a moment.
"I can't, I'm going out with some mates," he says, a little uncomfortably.
"Oh yeah? Where you going?" asks Natalie, interested.
"Down the club, with the guys," says Simon.
"Cool, Mik, d'you fancy going to the club tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," agrees Mik. Simon knows he's going to be defeated.
"I'm going out with Karen!" he almost shouts. Natalie does a double-take.
"Karen Baines?" she asks. Simon nods.
"Listen Natalie, things haven't been going too we. . ."
"KAREN BAINES?"
"Yes, with Karen Baines, who will probably prove to be a better girlfriend than you ever were!" and then he left. Natalie sank to the floor, Mik with her.
"Well, Karen Baines. I suppose that's it Mik, I suppose that's it."
"Just before Valentine's Day too," Natalie sniffs into a tissue in her room, Mik sitting beside her on the bed.
"You'll still get Valentines," says Mik.
"No I won't," says Natalie. "Just before Valentine's Day? What was he thinking? He could have least waited until after Valentine's Day."
"Well, I suppose it's better that you know now, because otherwise it would have come as a bigger shock just after Valentines," comforts Mik.
"Yeah, well. Karen Baines," sobs Natalie, throwing the tissue into the bin and picking up a new one. "Slimy, horrible, bitchy, boyfriend-snatching, cow, slut that Karen Baines is."
"Yup," agrees Mik. She hugs her best friend. "Are you alright now?" Natalie nods.
"Where's Fred?" she asks. Mik looks around.
"I dunno Nat," she says. "I can't see him anywhere." Fred appears beside Natalie.
"Fred's not great with things like this, Fred's more of a fun person," Fred says.
"Well Fred can bugger off then," says Natalie. Fred huffs and disappears.
"Don't worry about it. Break-ups happen, there's always the chance to make-up and there's plenty other fish in the sea. Go enjoy yourself," says Mik.
"We could send her a Valentine's from Simon and in the pretty little box there could be lots of dog poo," says Fred, appearing suddenly again.
"That's disgusting Fred," Natalie sniffed, "But I like it, just gotta wait till Valentines." Mik took Natalie's hand.
"Now, what I propose is we go out to the club, like we arranged to, have a good time, get drunk, throw up in our favorite throwing-up toilet, and show Simon that he can't get us down," she says. Natalie looks at her through tear-stained eyes and smiles.
"Yes, that's a good idea. He's not worth it," she brushes the remaining tears from her eyes and stands up.
"That's more like it!" says Fred, happily clapping his hands together in glee.
"I'll go home and get some stuff, and be back here in half an hour," says Mik, jumping down the stairs.
"Sure."
