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Not many reviews, although quite a few visitors. It's only polite to review, you know, and I am not being a hypocrite because I have started to review everything I read :)
The Russian swear words are pretty acurate, well as acurate as you can get from a website.
So, Chapter Two here goes! Enjoy....AND read and review.
Chapter Two: Potatoes and Russian Swearing
APOV
It'd been three weeks since the 'incident'. That's what I called it in my head; mainly because the actual word scared the shit out of me, who would've thought that four simple letters could freak someone out that much? I think it's the 'r'; 'r's can actually be quite scary, they sound like argh and roar. Ok, sidetracking. The other reason for the evasion is probably due to the fact my mum announced at breakfast that she's taken up mind reading classes. Now in any normal household that wouldn't be a cause for worry, because, seriously, people don't read minds. However, this is our household and we are no way near normal, and if my mum says she can read minds she's probably pretty close to the truth. So I was doubly scared shitless.
Chris on the other hand laughed himself shitless; he thought it was the funniest thing since Pete Davies got mega drunk and convinced himself he was Tinkerbell. He was probably right, I was just over reacting, but it's seriously creepy when she looks at me like that, it's like x-ray vision.
"Potatoes!"
I looked up. My mum was sitting there grinning away like an idiot. I exchanged a look with Chris, something along the lines of 'do we need to get her to a shrink?'
"What the fuck, mum?" Chris said
"I'm getting a strong image of potatoes. Who was thinking about potatoes?"
"Not me"
"No fucking potatoes here, mum"
"Govno!"
She was swearing in Russian, that's normally a bad sign, she only brings out the Russian when she's really pissed off.
"Blyadischa!" she muttered as she wandered out of the room massaging her temples.
Mum grew up in Izhevsk in Russia; her mother was Elena Kuzenkova all we know about her is what mum told us, since she died long before we were born. According to mum she had a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue, which she has succeeded in passing down to the younger female generations i.e. mum and I. Chris and I always referred to her as Granny Moscow, geographically complete bullshit I know, but at the age of five Izhevsk was a bit of a mouthful, I still struggle to pronounce it, plus what do you think when someone says Moscow? Russia. Izhevsk? What the fuck? Exactly! So Granny Moscow married Grandad Her Majesty's British Army and popped out our crazy mother a year later. The history of my family.
People are always surprised when my mother says she's Russian, because Jaelle's not a very Russian name. Jaelle is her 'English' name, though technically it's Hebrew, but she does have a Russian name, Katja, but she decided to change it when she came over to England when she was eighteen. She's never been back, not even for Granny Moscow's funeral, and she hardly ever speaks Russian at home.
"Motherfucking gypsies" Mum said as she sank down onto the sofa next to me.
"What's up?"
"I can't get my money back for the mind reading classes"
"You actually paid money for them?" I looked at her incredulously
"Yep, thirty quid for a load of gypsy bollocks"
"You don't have the gift then?"
"No" she laughed "I can't believe I even let myself get taken in…but he was so gorgeous"
"Huh?" I said staring at her
"This unbelievably dazzling gypsy boy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to take mind reading classes, who would refuse?"
She caught my eye and we started to laugh.
"God, mum! You'd believe anything if it came out of the mouth of a good looking boy"
Talking of good looking boys I knew what I had to do. I had to talk to him, I had to explain, it wasn't right to keep things from him.
EPOV
It'd been three weeks and I hadn't heard anything from Aphy. I wasn't really expecting to, I mean we barely knew each other, but still part of me felt we couldn't just walk away from each other like this.
"Wake up sleepy head" said a voice next to me.
Alice was waving her hand in front of my face. I batted it away.
"What?" I complained
"So-rry, I was looking for my brother, not Mr Grump features"
"Ok, fine. I'm sorry, I was just thinking"
"About?"
"Nothing"
"Why would you be thinking about nothing?"
"Alice, Edward, stop arguing" Esme said gently "It's Sunday, our day as a family.
We apologised.
"It's ok, just eat your breakfast"
We're not a very religious family; Esme likes to go to Church from time to time, and Carlisle usually accompanies her, but she doesn't make us go as a family, she says it's our decision. However, both our parents are very big on Sunday being a special, family day. We normally have a long lie-in, a big breakfast, and then go somewhere as a family.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it" sang Alice, skipping out into the hallway; she's always cheerful on Sundays.
Voices came from the hallway. My sister reappeared in the doorway with someone behind her.
"It's Aphy!" she said excitedly a smile spreading across her face.
Everyone turned to stare as she moved out of the way and Aphy stepped into the room. She was wearing a grey hoody and a leather jacket over a very short dress. She smiled timidly.
"Aphy! It's lovely to see you" said Esme standing up "Would you like some breakfast"
"Thanks, but I've already eaten" she turned to me "I need to talk to you"
"Uh, sure" I stood up and led the way out of the room "Do you want to go upstairs?"
"No, can we go outside?"
"Sure"
She's been pacing back and forth for a couple of minutes and it was actually starting to make me dizzy.
"Aphy"
"Oh fuck I'm sorry" she blurted out "Can we walk?"
She led the way down the hill until we came to the park at the bottom. We squeezed through the gap in the railings into the area of trees, there was a fallen tree trunk which she sat down on. I joined her.
"I come here a lot" she told me "it helps me think. I wanted to talk about that night, in the alley"
"I kind of guessed, what did you…"
"It's about those guys" she blurted out, cutting me off. I didn't care; I waited for her to continue with baited breath.
"It's about the guys who tried to rape me" she turned her head away, letting her hair form a heavy curtain between us.
"I need to tell you about this, because I don't think it would be right for you not to know" she paused "I know them."
"What do you mean you know them?"
"I know their names, I know where they live, I know who they like and who they don't like, shit, I even know their favourite colours"
We sat there for a while in silence, I knew I should say something, but I didn't know what.
"Say something will you!" she said, leaping up to stand in front of me.
I looked at her.
"Who are they?" She turned away.
"Kyle Rogers, Dave Cooper, and Aaron Smith. Kyle's my ex-boyfriend, I broke up with him a couple of months ago when I found him in bed with Amy Johnson. He's been trying to get me to get back together with him. I suppose, what happened was his way of showing me who's boss"
She began to shake and I realised she was crying. I jumped up and turned her around to face me. The tears were streaming down her face, she brushed them away impatiently.
"Why is this happening?" she lamented "I don't cry!"
"Everyone cries"
I pulled her back on to the tree and put my arm around her. She leant against me, burying her face in my shoulder. It reminded me of the first time we met, in the alley.
"Edward?" she asked
"Yeah"
"I like you"
"I like you too" I said, slightly confused.
She sat up and looked at me funnily.
"I really like you" she paused "this kind of like" and she kissed me for the second time.
She cupped my face with one hand while the other snaked round my waist pushing on my back, moving my body closer to hers. Her hair fell like curtain, creating our own little golden world. I entwined my fingers in her hair as my tongue slipped into her mouth. It can't have lasted for longer than a couple of minutes, but it seemed to go on for ever.
When we broke apart she smiled.
"I would've said 'I love you' so as to be clearer, but that just seemed a bit trashy seeing as we barely know each other"
I laughed "There's nothing trashy about love"
"Sure there is, if it's insincere"
"Anyway, I really like you in that way too"
"I know you do"
"When did you realise you liked me?"
"After I got home that day, after we kissed. What about you?"
"Well, I've always really liked myself; you see I'm such an amazing person."
She punched me on the arm.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Good. Here I am, trying to have a serious conversation with you, and you come out with that!"
"Ok, I'm sorry"
"Then answer the question"
"From the moment I set eyes on you"
"Hey! Serious, remember"
"I am being serious!"
"Then why does it sound like something out of a trashy film" she inquired, raising one eyebrow.
"I am sincerely hurt by that"
"Were you really being serious?"
"Yes"
"Cross your heart and hope to die?" I smiled as she started this childhood ritual, holding out her pinky finger.
"Stick a needle in my eye" I replied as I linked my finger with her's.
"A tad inappropriate don't you think?"
"What? Sticking a needle…"
"No, when you first set eyes on me, think of the circumstances darling"
I thought back to that night.
"Oh, yeah, good point. Hey, I can't help when love strikes"
"Fuck! You used the L word"
"You used the F word"
"Up yours! she glared at me
"Likewise"
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Do you know what my mum would say if she was here now?" she asked
I thought about it "Get your hands off my daughter?"
"No, she'd probably encourage you…"
"What!"
She shrugged "My mum's weird. Anyway she'd say we're like an old married couple"
"Yep, your mum is weird"
"Oy!" she punched me again.
"Will you stop physically abusing me, your punches hurt!"
"So they should. Anyway, I wasn't even doing it hard you wimp"
"Don't call me a wimp"
"I just did, so meh" she said, flipping me the bird.
This is quite a short chapter actually, the next one will be longer.
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