Chapter 37: Lysander
Coffee flavour: toasted chestnut
Extra prompts: volume and spiral
Well, thought Lysander, sitting in front of the tent popping a freshly-toasted chestnut into his mouth, I cocked that one up, didn't I? He honestly didn't know how he could have made things any worst. It may have been impossible. Problem was, he didn't know how to make it better, either.
He turned up the volume on the radio, trying to convice himself that Lily had over-reacted; but he knew deep down that he'd been out of line. It had been stupid, drinking that much, and that had made him act like a complete arsehole. He knew Lily wasn't ready for that, but he'd pushed it anyway, and now she hated him. His whole world was spiralling away from him, out of control.
He stood up, knocking the rest of the chestnuts in their bucket to the floor with a loud clatter. Fred poked his head out of the tent, rubbing groggily at his eyes.
"Ly, relax and go to sleep. It's the middle of the night. In the morning, just say you're sorry."
"Will that work, d'you think?"
"Of course it will. Girls love that sort of think, makes them think we're all sensitive and such. Now go to sleep." And so saying, he zipped the door of the tent back up and vanished from view. A few minutes later, Lysander heard loud snores coming from inside.
Maybe that would work. It was worth a shot, at least. Anything to make Lily forgive him for trying to make her eat Brussel sprouts.
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