Chapter number 2. Love or Loneliness
"Ok, that's the last one" Scott said closing the boot of his mum's car.
"Thanks Scottie" Beth replied, pausing for a moment "so are you going to tell me whats going on between you and Martha" Beth asked.
"Why has Martha said something to you?" Scott questioned. As he got into the front passengers seat of his mum's car.
"No, just the way you two have been acting over the last few days is a bit odd. Anyone would think you were avoiding each other" Beth explained.
Scott sighed, she was absolutely right there was something going on between him and Martha, but he wasn't about to tell his mum either. "Um I u-…."
Beth cut Scott off "I know somethings going on so don't play games with me Scott".
"I'm not playing games cause there's nothing going on" Scott lied raising, his tone of voice.
"Ok I was just asking" Beth said also raising her tone. At that moment they arrived at the dinner and Scott got straight out of the car, opened the boot and took a pile of boxes into the dinner trying to avoid more questions from his Mum. He couldn't tell her what was going on, especially considering he didn't really know what was going on either.
An hour Later Martha was sitting in the dinner across the table from Tash telling her what had happened that morning.
"Are you going to say something to him?" Tash asked
"No, all I'd be doing is making an idiot of myself".
"Not necessarily, for all you know he could be thinking exactly the same thing" Tash said trying to convince Martha.
"Yeah and what if he's not Tash?"
"Well you won't know till you say something, will you?"
"Oh, why do you have to always be right?" Martha groaned "Anyway why can't he make the first move?"
"Because that's so fashioned" Tash said guessing slowly "I don't know! But I do know that the longer you leave it the more difficult it's going to get".
"Yeah maybe, look I'm shore that if it's ment to be then when the time is right it'll happen," Martha said with a straight look on her face.
Almost exactly after Martha had said this her
Grand dad Alf Stuart walked through the door "Hey, Martha I've
been looking for you everywhere, are you ready to go?"
He
asked her.
"Go where?" she asked.
"Oh don't tell me you've forgotten about the favor I asked you".
"Oh – um, th-that um, I-I'll be there in a minute Grand dad, ok" Martha answered.
"What was that all about?" Tash asked.
"Um, last week I told Grand dad I'd go with Scott to get the new boat from some town a few hours away" Martha answered with a disappointed look on her face.
"I'm guessing this was before things got weird between you and Scott".
"Yeah, it was" Martha replied "and now I've got to spend the afternoon in a car with him".
"Martha are you coming or not?" Alf said poking his head back in the door.
"Yeah, Bye Tash I'll call you later, ok"
"Ok, but make shore you tell Scott how you feel". Tash told her.
"Maybe" Martha replied, heading for the door.
Five minutes later Martha and Scott were on their way to pick up the boat. There was a deadly silence in the car, and the only thing the two of them could hear was their own thoughts. Scott looked over at Martha sitting in the passenger's seat of the car, he smiled, she was so beautiful. 'Come on Scott focus on the road' he thought to himself. But he couldn't help but kept looking at her, Martha then looked over at him and saw the smile on his face, they both quickly looked away, they'd only been driving for five minutes and already things were getting confusing again.
"So how has your day been so far?" Martha finally broke the deadly silence.
"Ok, I guess" Scott answered "just helping mum with basically anything she had to do. Did you do anything interesting so far today?"
"No, not really" she answered, "Did you here about all the teachers going on strike today?"
"Yeah, Robbie told me" Scott answered. Scott was so busy talking that he wasn't concentrating on the corner in the road ahead.
"Woah, Scott watch out," Martha yelled in shock if the tree they were heading into, but before Scott could do anything they crashed headfirst straight into the large tree.
Next time:
Will Scott and Martha survive?
