Disclaimer: I still don't own Thunderbirds
I dont go into too much detail over the romance part...
Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 3 – 7pm
5:00 that same day
"No thanks Mrs Hutching! I'm going out for dinner tonight!" The guardian at the orphanage frowned. Since when did Holly go out for dinner? Well, it must be someone's party or something.
"…ok Holly dear, just come home before ten, will you need a lift?" she wasn't worried about Holly, she was a careful girl.
"I will do, and no thanks Miss! I've got a lift arranged don't worry!" Holly smiled; this was going to be the best outing of her life, hopefully.
Holly was in her bedroom, she didn't have many posh cloths, but she had something that she thought she would look pretty in. She sighed. "The Kingsley Restaurant" that must have been the most amazing restaurant in the whole of town! She sighed again and reached for her bedside table in her near empty bedroom. In her draw there were two items, the box of chocolates from John and a small black velvet box. She opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was her mother's last treasure, a silver necklace and…and….she nearly cried, her engagement and wedding rings.
Sophie Hazel was found at 9:42 in the morning of the 15th of February 2000. She wasn't dead but, the doctors said, she was in an incurable coma. The toddler and her nanny were not present. The scene was a buzz. The will had been found, she was a clever girl Sophie. She knew the dose wouldn't kill her straight away. She had said if she did survive….and lived in a coma…..she wanted the life support turned off on the morning of the 14th February….Valentines Day.
Holly placed the necklace round her neck and clipped it together. She left the rings respectively in their case. She looked in the mirror. A young 12 year old looked back at her self, the straight, thick, long chestnut hair flowed down her back. A white sequined top and a just-above-the-knee black skirt. She never wanted to give anyone the impression she was a slut. She wore skin colour tights and white shoes. She put on a coat and stepped out the orphanage door, and onto the street.
Holly looked at her watch, 10 minutes to 7. She shivered nervously as she waited in the lounge area of the Kingsley Restaurant.
At 5 minutes to 7 John Tracy stepped through the door. Holly looked nervously at her hands. John looked at her and smiled nervously. He checked in and came to sit by her. She felt the warm weight as the sofa sagged slightly as he sat down beside her. He took her hands and she turned to face him. And their gaze met….his bright blue eyes resting on her deep green eyes. He gathered himself.
"Hi Holly"
"Hi John" they both smiled.
"So…want to come in?" she smiled and held his hand delicately. He walked self-consciously in his white shirt and sleek black trousers. The waiter ushered them to a beautifully decorated table, complete with fresh flowers and romantic music
John passed he a menu, his hand touching hers softly on interaction. "So….what would you like to order….?"
Sorry about that, never been very romantic :D