A/N: Thanks for all the lovely feedback I've been getting c: I'd love to get to know you all better, so if you have a Twitter feel free to follow me, LittleBooLost and I'll follow you back :D I'm going on holiday on Monday and won't be back 'til Friday so you won't get an update for a while – but I will get a few more chapters written, promise!
I stand there for a second, drenched from head to toe, consumed by shock? Anger? Amusement? I'm not even aware of the fact that I accidently pushed Lorraine over when we were splashed, I just stay in my natural stance, feet slightly apart, arms limp by my sides and my face mimicking that of the man in The Scream painting. Thankfully though, my head doesn't resemble a squash potato thingy….
It's only when ridiculous thoughts stop swirling in my head do I realise Lorraine's on the floor, squealing loudly and writhing about like a seal. I don't even bother to tease her – now's not the time to ask if she took her sanity pill this morning. Instead, I grab her wrist, pull her up, and start to run. I can see the bus is beginning to slow down about 50 meters away and I don't plan on sitting outside all night.
Lorraine doesn't even moan when we start to sprint – I don't think she's capable of forming any coherent thoughts yet, let alone sentences. We manage to catch up with the bus, and I dig in my coat pocket to find my wallet. Once we've paid, Lorraine pulls me to a seat in the middle of the bus and waits for me to sit down before she does. I wonder briefly if she's being nice for once, letting me have the window seat because she dragged us out here, but that's too good to be true. Instead, she plonks herself down on my lap and smiles proudly at me –almost as though she's expecting a lollipop as a reward.
Unfortunately, I'm not a children's doctor, so I can't give her one. I know there's a massive packet of Sour Patch Kids in my pocket however, but she doesn't know that and I intend to keep it that way. They're my favourite, and anyway, I don't want to share anything more than my seat.
The rest of the journey goes by without event. Lorraine stays on my lap and draws lovehearts on the window with our initials inside. I tie my hair back in a short ponytail in an attempt to get it to dry quicker, and do the same to Lorraine's so it won't get knotty, and resist the urge to open the sweets. Instead, I busy myself with wringing out the sleeves of my coat, and then I see the time on my watch. 11:32. My eyes nearly bug out of my head, but before I can begin complaining, I realise the bus has stopped and Lorraine is wriggling out of my lap.
I stand up and follow her off the bus, trying to regain some feeling in my legs. It's not that Lorraine's heavy, she just has a bad habit of fidgeting and kicking her leg about when she's occupied with something, and I had to take the brunt of that. After thanking the bus driver, we start to make our way towards Blockbusters, this time with our heads down and showing no sign of affection whatsoever, in case somebody from school should see us. It was surprisingly busy for a late night, but that's to be expected in a tiny, poverty-ridden town.
When we reached Blockbusters, I pushed open the door and Lorraine walked under my arm with ease. It was only then that I noticed the height difference between us when she wasn't wearing her ridiculous heels. I slipped in after her and noticed that the shop was almost empty, save for a few couples who looked to be our age. The slush machines were almost empty and I wrinkled my nose in distate. How could anybody enjoy crushed, tasteless ice as a drink? I glanced over my shoulder to see where Lorraine was, and I saw by her the horror movies. Ha ha, no way were we watching those. She was totally engrossed in three different films and seemed to be having a hard time deciding, so I took my chance.
Sneaking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her petite waist and swung her up and over my shoulder. She screamed in surprise and delight, dropping the films and half-heartedly pummelling her fists against my back. A couple of people turned when they heard Lorraine yelling, and watched as I carried her to the suspense movies. There, I grabbed my favourite, Panic Room, and walked leisurely to the cashier. I handed her the film, Lorraine still hostage. A large packet of toffee popcorn flew over my shoulder and the cashier scanned both items, snapping her gum and blowing a bright green bubble. I reached into my pocket for my wallet and found Lorraine's hand there already, trying to sneak my phone away with my noticing. I slapped her hand a few times and she laughed, giving up pretty quickly for once. I noticed microseconds later that there was no way for me to open my wallet while I had one arm wrapped around Lorraine. Before I could consider my options, she noticed my dilemma and used it to her advantage, slipping back down to the floor and darting out of the way.
We left the rental shop and made our way back to the bus stop, catching the Number 7 just before it left. To my surprise the bus was full. There was only one seat left near the back and Lorraine gladly let me have it, before sitting on me again. She busied herself with playing with my coat sleeve, and managed to get my watch off my wrist without my noticing. It's silver and made of metal, and for some reason it was freezing cold. Lorraine came up with an extremely mature idea, hugged me– and dropped it down the back of my shirt. She shook with barely suppressed laughter at my pained expression for five minutes while I attempted to locate it and get it back on my wrist, and then I retaliated by jabbing her in the ribs repeatedly, and pulling on her damp ponytail.
When the bus pulled up at our stop, the people who'd been sitting near us seemed very welcome to our departure…
End of part two.