PART ONE.
To say that I was excited about finally going to the picture house with Pats, was a bit of an understatement. She was picking me up here at the nurses home. I'd even got myself a new shade of lipstick. I was out to impress my Pats:
Hearing a knock on my door, I shouted, 'Come in Pats.' As I turned the volume down on my music that was blasting out.
'Hello Deels.' She greeted me with a smile, 'Hello.' I smiled as she closed the door behind her.
'I must say you look rather lovely.' She gave me a squeeze, to which I replied, 'Thank you.' As I swooshed my dress in my hands.
'Ready for the film?' I continued about to grab my bag, when the smile on her face faded rather too quickly.
'Oh? Yes. About that?' She sighed like whatever she was about to tell me was something I didn't want to hear.
'Out with it Patience Mount?' I frowned folding my arms.
'You see...Yesterday. It was surprisingly quiet and Sister Julienne gave me, Trixie and Barbara the night off. So...Trixie thought it would be the perfect opportunity for us all to go watch a film. She had wanted to see 'Ocean's 11' with the 'Rat Pack' but all the tickets had sold out. So... Instead she opted for 'Midnight Lace.' I'm sorry Deels.'
My red headed lover stood there sheepish as she explained the events to me. She knew she was in for it! 'WHAT!?' I snapped. More than ready to unleash my fury. 'Sorry.' She repeated with a bow of her head.
'You knew how I wanted to go watch that film with you!?' My voice raising in volume. 'Trixie insisted.' She muttered, She knew that wasn't a real excuse. 'Oh and of course you went along with it! I bet you never even suggested another film, did you?!' I knew I must of looked stern but at that moment I didn't care. I was looking forward to that and I felt like she had let me down.
'Sorry. If I could of invited you, I would have.' She bit her bottom lip glancing down at her shoes. That may of been true but that wasn't the point. 'It's not the same Pats and you know it!' I huffed as she attempted to move forward. Seeking my forgiveness. She tried to hold me but I pushed her off. 'We can still go. I don't mind watching it again.' She touched my arm but I shrugged her off.
'No. It's ruined now.' I tutted.
'How about we go see 'Ocean's 11' instead?' She smiled as she watched me take off my coat.
'No!' I snapped. I'm pretty sure my blood was boiling!
'Or another film perhaps?' She still tried, sensing my mood was bleak. 'I don't want to see a film anymore.' I sighed as I began to take out my earrings. As fear took over her expression, she still tried to save our evening, 'How about we go for a bite to eat?' She tried to smile.
'Great! Some fish and chips! How romantic!" I scoffed. I don't know why I said that. Okay, I do. I was angry and I didn't mean it. I really did enjoy going to the chip shop with her after we'd been out somewhere. I saw her forlorn pout at my words but I was hurting.
'No. Not fish and chips. We could take a bus and go somewhere special? What do you say?' She tried to muster up another smile.
'No.' I huffed. Ordinarily that would be more than perfect but it wouldn't quite feel the same. I would want her to take me to a nice restaurant because she had wanted too, not because she had let me down and was trying to get back into my good books.
Deep down I knew it wasn't all about the film. I was feeling...well, kind of neglected. Tired of having to hide. Tired of stolen moments. Tired of feeling like ghosts. It really hurts to know that we can only be our true selves behind a closed door. Now wasn't the time to tell her how I was feeling. I was too mad!
'Are you sure? Because...' She started to speak but the look I gave stopped her in her tracks. Sighing, she said, 'I am sorry Delia.'
'Yes. I'm sure you are.' I was sarcastic as I pulled out my bottle of Johnny Walker and one glass. Looking at me, she tried a light tone of voice, 'Goodness. That was almost full the last time I was here.' She also removed her coat.
'I didn't drink it all to myself if that is what you were thinking Patience!' I sneered pouring the last of the whisky into my glass, 'I had help. Sophia.' I half shrugged as she frowned. 'Sophia? The nurse who you're helping to give Welsh lessons?' My Patsy grimaced. I could sense by her tone that jealousy had clouded her thoughts. I just nodded as she went on, 'She was here in your room?' She asked trying to make her question sound casual. 'No. I was in hers.' I drank my drink as Patsy shifted her weight as she stood.
'I bet the other nurses helped themselves to a glass too?' Her smile was forced.
'No.' I shrugged again feeling kind of awful but also a little smug.
'No, as in they didn't help? Or no as in you two were alone?' She arched her brow. 'We were alone.' I placed the glass down with a thud. 'Oh.' Patsy folded her arms looking rather crestfallen. Watching her most likely run through different scenarios in her mind. I relented. Slightly.
'You wouldn't be jealous now would you nurse Mount?' I tried to keep my voice steady but a tiny smirk appeared on my face and she caught it. Wearing a smug look of her own, she replied, 'Me?' Placing her hand to her chest, feigning astonishment at my very question.
'Yes.' I finally gave in, showing her a full on smile.
'Besides.' She shrugged, 'I have nothing to worry about. She's not even tall.' Finding that answer rather puzzling, I raised my eye brow, 'What does height have to do with it?' I chuckled to her.
'She's only what...' She pondered, seeming giving great thought to me only poking fun, '5'4" tall? Not your type at all?' Shaking her head firmly. 'Oh? Is that a fact?' I grinned as she snaked her arms around my waist, pulling me into her, 'What is my type? Posh, red heads?' I teased her. Squinting her eyes at me with mock outrage, she leaned in, her lips almost touching mine, 'Exactly.' She giggled kissing me.
Her lips felt so soft against mine and part of me wanted to forget our spat. My pride on the other hand wasn't so egar. With my ego winning out this one, I stepped back. Making a little whine of disapproval that I had left her embrace, my Pats pouted.
'You know?' I still goaded, throwing the empty bottle of whisky into my waste paper pin, 'Being that height, 5'4. Would be about the right size for me to share a kiss.' I watched her closely. My voice laced with sarcasm as she scowled. She knew I was sending her up, 'I wouldn't even have to stand on my tip-toes.' I stared at her as she still pouted, 'You're mean!' She reached for me again, not before lighting swatting my shoulder with her hand. Kissing her this time, I cuddled into her as our lips roamed. Resting my head against her, I uttered more seriously, 'You know I've always found reaching up for a kiss far more romantic.' It was true, I did.
'I told you, Delia, You like a tall woman.' My Pats giggled at being right.
'Yes, Pats. You know me all too well.' I pecked a kiss into her neck.
'Does this mean I'm forgiven for the film?' She just had to ask. Way to spoil my mood, and no. She wasn't.
Leaving her arms again, I flopped down onto the bed. Biting her lip, Pats asked, 'A drink?'
'All the Johnny Walker has gone.' I shrugged as she turned her attention to my chest of draws. Pulling open the top draw, she was on a mission.
'Nurse Mount what are you doing in my knicker draw?' I couldn't help but laugh as she moved on to the next one.
'If I know you Deels, You'll have something stashed away.' She noted still rooting about.
'Bottom draw.' I laughed as she flashed me a grin over her shoulder. Finding out a bottle of Advocaat, She waved it proudly.
'Mind you Pats, thats been in there for awhile now. I think it was left over from when you lived here.' I frowned slightly as she came to sit
down beside me. 'It will be fine.' She pointed for me to get her a glass too.
PART TWO SOON.
A/N - 'Midnight Lace' is rather a good movie, staring the wonderful Doris Day. Frank and the rat pack are amazing as always in their film too. As for this chapter, I wanted to set up the scene before sweet Deels, explains more of her inner thoughts. Thank you as always for the reviews. They give me a writing boost! x