A New Love Classic
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CHAPTER 1: chapter 1-7
A New Love Classic
Chapter 1: Preface
This is a rather short story I wrote. I put it on before I can come up with more details and finish it. It has many features in common with Get Real: England, a William Shakespeare’s play, homosexuality, romance, young people, coming out and the need to be accepted and understood by family and friends. However, love is under any circumstance far better than hatred.
I cried for three days after watching Get Real on DVD. I have watched it over ten times. The theme music, played when Steven came back from the wedding, waiting for John in the lawn, fits the film so well. It broke my heart into pieces. I saw myself in Steven Carter although I am a girl. It took me half a year to recover from the impact Get Real gave to me. If only my parents, teachers and peers were one tenth as understanding as Steven’ s mother and friends. That is impossible because they and all the other people here are still living in the Middle Ages. I am trapped in a big country where people have no freedom and human rights are often ignored. Sex is a taboo here, let alone homosexuality, which is not allowed to exist. If is not for breeding (I hate that. We have the freedom to choose having children or not), heterosexuality should not have existed either. You must not believe that many married people, even those who have already had grandchildren, know little about sex. (Funny enough, isn’ t it.) Premarital sex is banned by law. That is to say, if you decide to get married at the age of 46, you are supposed to remain a virgin when you are 45. Ironically, rape and sexism are prevalent on the other hand. It is so fucking hard to be a beautiful young lesbian in this fucking ridiculous country. People would not understand why an attractive girl is lesbian. I have no lover. I am alone. All the women around me are taught to be men’ s slaves. Thank God, I am going to leave. If I were not, I might never have any chance to see Beautiful Thing, Edge of 17 and Show Me Love. I am dying to see them.
Some of the fan fiction authors are extraordinarily talented. Thank you for your offerings. Inspired by your imagination and the film Get Real, I wrote the following story. Writing has been the only channel to relieve my depression. I am sorry if my English is not good. After all it is not my mother tongue. Any comments and suggestions please E-mail to lulu@freeallangels.com. You know I am open.
These are the main characters in my story.
Lynette—The protagonist. 19 years old, a student majoring in English at the most prestigious college at X town, England (or X university, since X consists of may independent colleges, just like Cambridge and Oxford); short and pretty, brown-haired, with big brown eyes and cherry-like lips.
Andy—Lynette’ s elder brother, working for a pop music magazine in London. 21 years old.
Patricia—Andy’s girlfriend. A 5’7’’ 20-year-old with ginger curled hair and blue eyes. She dyed part of her hair red. Leather jackets, jeans, short skirts, long boots are her favourites. She is a guitarist of the Britpop/punk band Burning Feather.
Harriet—Lynette’ s friend at college.
Brad—Lynette’ s ex-boyfriend when she was at prep school. 18 years old.
Denise—Brad’ s girlfriend.
Tim-- Burning Feather’ s guitarist and vocals.20 years old.
Mark-- Burning Feather’ s bassist. 19 years old.
Richard-- Burning Feather’ s drummer.
Chapter 2: Twelfth Night
The stranger sang a theme,
From someone else's dream
The leaves began to fall
And no one spoke at all
But I can't seem to recall
When you came along
Ingenue,
Ingenue,
I just don't know what to do
The tree-lined avenue
Begins to fade from view
Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can't seem to forget
When you came along
Ingenue,
Ingenue,
I just don't know what to do
------MONO ‘Life in mono’
[West London. In a not very large but crowded theatre, all the lights were lit, and a show was going on. Right now there were three people, two men and a young woman, dressed in the sixteenth-century-styled costumes on the stage before the audience, talking as the roles in the play.]
[Harriet came forth with another woman.]
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Lynette (Viola in men’s clothes): Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you!
Man (Sir Andrew Aguecheek): That youth’s a rare courtier—‘Rain odours’ —well!
Lynette: My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Man: ‘Odours,’ ‘pregnant,’ and ‘vouchsafed’. I’ll get’em all three all ready.
Harriet (Olivia): Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my hearing…
[The two men and another woman depart.]
Lynette: [bows low] My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Harriet: What is your name?
Lynette: Casario is your servant’s name, fair princess.
Harriet: My servant, sir! ’Twas never merry world,
Since lowly feigning was called compliment:
Y’are servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Lynette: And he is yours, and his must needs by yours;
Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.
Harriet: For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts. Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me!
Lynette: Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts on his behalf.
Harriet: O, by your leave, I pray you;
I bade you never speak again of him:
But, would you undertake another suit,
I had rather hear you to solicit Thad
Than music from the spheres.
Lynette: Dear lady—
Harriet: Give me leave, beseech you: I did send,
After the last enchantment you did here,
A ring in chase of you; so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you in a shameful cunning
Which you knew none of yours: shat might you think?
And baited it with all th’unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think?
To one of you receiving enough is shown.
A cypress, not a bosom, hides my heart:
So let me hear you speak.
Lynette: I pity you.
Harriet: That’s a depree to love.
Lynette: No, not a grise;
For’tis a vulgar proor,
That very oft we pity enemies.
Harriet: Why then methinks ’tis time to smile again:
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion than the wolf? [‘clock strikes’]
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time…
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
There lies your way, due west.
Lynette: Then westward-ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship!
You’ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?
Harriet: Stay:
I prithee, tell me what thou think’st of me.
Lynette: That you do think you are not what you are.
Harriet: If I think so, I think the same of you.
Lynette: Then think you right; I am not what I am.
Would it be better, madam, than I am,
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
Harriet: O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd’rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love’s night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause:
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good…but given unsought is better…
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[Andy left his seat and went out of the theatre as soon as the curtains were put down in case that there might be too many people going with him and it would be hard to get out. He would be waiting for Lynette in his car. His younger sister would stay at his in London tonight. Half an hour after the show ended, Lynette got out through the back door of the make-up room and saw Andy’s car in the parking lot not so far away. She walked towards it and got in the car.]
Andy [Beginning to start the car]: What’s the name of the girl who played Olivia?
Lynette: Harriet. She’s in my college. She has gone to her parents’ home in London. She will be staying there for three days. The new term doesn’t begin until next week.
Andy: she played as well as you did.
Lynette [Smilng]: Thanks for coming and watching.
Andy: you may bring her to the picnic tomorrow. You will meet my girlfriend and her mates there. I am sure they will be glad to know you both beautiful young ladies.
Lynette: OK. I’ll call her to see if she is free then. By the way, did you watch King John played by a group of students from Nottingham earlier? This is a too big Shakespeare festival since World War II to miss.
Andy: no, I didn’t. I went to watch A Midsummer Night’s Dream instead. It was real great.
Lynette: I like King John most. Anyway it was the first historical play I read when I was young. The characters are impressive and well-developed.
Andy: I don’t know why a girl of your age doesn’t like more romantic things.
Lynette: I just don’t like that kind of romance.
Andy: what kind? Classical?
Lynette: sort of.
Andy: but you played many of them.
Lynette [correcting her brother]: the ones I played most were contemporary.
Andy: what about Twelfth Night? I believe it is one of Shakespearean audiences’ favourites.
Lynette: it was good. But I think Olivia knew that Viola was a woman from the very beginning.
Andy [chuckling]: no, she didn’t. If so she would never fall in love with her.
Lynette: they have to hide their feelings and married with men in the end.
Andy: they loved the men they married.
Andy: maybe you are right.
[The car pulled in before Andy’s flat building. Lynette got out of the car and went upstairs while Andy parked his car.]
Chapter 3: Patricia
Her name was Patricia, Andy’s girlfriend. I met her for the first time at the picnic. I can not stop thinking about her since then. She was gorgeous. She was everyone’ s centre of attention in the crowd. It was not because of her pretty scarlet casual dress or because she was incomparably beautiful. She was perky and kind. Her friends at the picnic all like her very much. The way she talked, her smile, her every motion struck my heartstrings. A friend of mine had said that the biggest tragedy of gay people was falling desperately in love with straight people. I was in such a situation or something like that.
Her two band mates, Tim and Mark, also showed up. Young and energetic they were. They walked towards me and Harriet. I knew exactly what was in their minds. Mark succeeded. Harriet nearly didn’t let go his hand during the picnic. They even began talking in the ears round the corner. Tim, the singer and composer most of the time, had a tender and comforting voice. Patricia told me that the two young men and she had known each other at prep school. The band had formed when the trio was still in school uniforms. But they hadn’t had a permanent drummer until they tried Richard in London after they finished school and moved there from their hometown in north Ireland. “I love my little town. So do Tim and Mark. But it is too small for an ambitious band like us.” She said, softly. They used to save their lunch to pay for recording their own songs and better instruments. That was the most unforgettable time in her life. She described it to me graphically, like a child talking about her most interesting game with other children. She was beautiful. They had been hungry but happy with music and friendship. I was impressed by the experiences and closeness of the girl and the two boys. They released a single during that time thought it wasn’t sold many. Now they had two 9-out-of-10-point albums scored by a progressive and influential pop music magazine in London which called the band “the new hope in British indie music” and several hit singles. “A big triumph already to us.” She was proud.
Patricia and Tim talked about their European tour before long. They both thought it was a fruitful trip. “Seeing people and things different from UK’s is real great.” She said. Then she talked about their recent sensation, which was controversial in the press. They burned 3000 Westlife CDs before a lot of fans, making them extremely excited and some others angry. I told her I cared a lot about what happens in pop music and hated those manufactured pop groups too. She was glad that I liked Elastica and Sleeper, both her favourite bands.
I asked her to tell me something about her and Andy. “Not so romantic as you had expected. We are going to get engaged, you know. He is arranging right now.” she smiled lovely.
She and I decided to take a walk around. It was a nice park. It was a nice day. It was a nice path and it was a nice swing at the turn of the path. We went sit on it together and began to swing back and forth slowly. I laid my head on her shoulder. I didn’t fail to see her cute silver earrings, three in either ear. A gentle and attractive voice came from between her lips with shining light violet lipstick. No wonder Tim was satisfied with her singing his chorus parts with him at concerts and in records.
I told her about me and Andy—our childhood and the divorce of our parents when I was 3. I hadn’t seen him again until my father, whom I had lived with in Scotland died after the eight years’ separation of my brother and me when I went to live with him and mother in Brighton. We had to get to know each other again as we had grown up and hadn’t been in touch for so long. Mother got married last year and moved to Canada with her husband. Andy had always been taking good care of me with or without mother since we met again when I was 11 and he was 13. “You have a good brother. I wanted one myself but my parents only have me.” Patricia commented.
The wind blew her hair towards my face. It became colder. She took off her coat and put it on me. We got down from the swing and began to return. “Thanks.” I said in a low voice. I was bold to give her a brief kiss on the cheek to show my gratitude. She smiled sweetly and held me tight and warm on the way back.
Your softly spoken words,
Release my whole desire,
Undenied,
Totally.
And so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.
Beneath your tender touch,
My senses can't divide,
Oh so strong,
My desire.
For so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.
Now that I've found you,
And seen behind those eyes,
How can I,
Carry on.
For so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.
------PORTISHEAD ‘Undenied’
Chapter 4: Unexpected Reunion
It was a very pleasant afternoon in this time of the year: sunny and warm. The wind is mild. Lynette walked down the narrow street, watching people passing by and the trees with dead leaves on either side, feeling comfortable. Nothing was better than hanging around aimlessly in such a lovely afternoon without academic work, rehearsals and things like that. As winter approached, it would be harder to have such a good day for months.
The person walking towards her reminded her someone she knew. She did not recognise who it was until the figure was only about five metres away from her because she was nearsighted. When this two were face to face, Lynette was surprised while the young man with curled blonde hair and a feminine face smiled.
“Hi.” he greeted, “Haven’t seen you for a long time.”
“Hi, Brad.” She replied, did not know what to say next.
Brad suddenly gave her a hug. “I miss you so much. How’ s everything?”
“Everything’ s fine. I miss you too. Why are you here?” Lynette wrapped her arms around Brad’ s waist.
After the brief embrace, they both sat on the step beside a wall and started talking.
“Where’ re you heading?” Asked Brad.
“Nowhere, just enjoying the fresh air and the sunlight outdoors. What’ s about you?”
“It’ s real nice to meet you again, Lynn.” Said Brad, leaning towards her.
“But you haven’ t told me why you are here.”
“I’ m a student at A college. I’ m doing finance. And you, er, B college, literature, right?”
“Yeah. You still want to be a stock broker, but you finally gave up Bristol.”
“We can not decide everything too early, you know. X town’ s warmer, and, what’ s more,” he looked at her tenderly, “you are here.”
“Brad, I … ”
“Well, don’ t be upset. About what you said last year when we … is that true?”
“I said it and I meant it.”
“Wow, I haven’ t told anyone else.”
“I don’ t care if you did. You don’ t have to talk to a person like me if you don’ t want to.” Said Lynette, with a sour expression on her face, moving a bit away from her former boyfriend.
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It was a year before. Lynette was about to graduate from the school Brad and she attended. Brad opened the door of Lynette’ s bedroom, in which she was sitting beside the desk, right facing the door. He took off his coat, threw it on the bed, and rushed to kiss her on the lips. “Babe…” He muttered, trying to pull her to the bed.
“Brad, please. We need to talk. That was why I called you here.” She stood up.
“Sorry, I thought you couldn’ t wait. What’ s up?”
“There is something I must tell you now. We can’ t be together any more. I think I like girls.”
“What do you mean you like girls?” he was puzzled.
“I like girls the way other girls like boys. Understand?”
“Nonsense! That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life. I can’ t believe that I heard it from you. You are kidding.” He shouted.
“I am very serious. I made up my mind that I must let you know by now.”
“But we’ ve had sex!”
“That doesn’ t mean I liked it! It only makes me know clearly who I am. It maybe cruel to you. It would be more cruel if I didn’ t tell you as soon as possible. I can’ t help being attracted by women. Actually, I’ ve been like that since childhood.”
“You didn’ t love me, did you?” Brad began to get angry.
“I didn’ t said I did!”
“You mean you’ ve been lying, huh?”
“What do you want me to do? Keep fucking you while thinking about someone else? Can’ t I find a true lover? I used to be confused. Sorry, my self-discovery came too late.”
“I’ ve been such a nerd.”
“I am really sorry.” She started sobbing.
Brad grabbed his coat quickly from the bed. He slammed the door loudly behind him when getting out of the room.
They didn’ t talk to each other since. Lynette did telephone him a few times when he was away. He didn’ t call back. After Lynette left school, they had not met again until the encounter in X town today.
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“I have no choice, `cos I have a friend like you.” Said Brad, “Truce, will you?” he stretches his hand, smiling.
“Why not. Truce.” Lynette was more than surprised.
“So, it’ s been a year or so.” Said Brad, “Are you seeing some one?”
“To tell you the truth, I fell in love with someone.” She looked up to see the sky.
“Well, that’ s your business. What I am thinking about is a Sunday afternoon walk in the nearby park. I am going to my girlfriend’ s. You must remember Denise. She was in my year. She’ s doing law here. She lives near the park. Will join us?”
“Sounds great. I can’ t wait to see her.”
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[Brad and Denise both sit on the bench in the park, sucking their cups of Star Bucks coffee though the straws, gazing at Lynette’ s back until she is out of sight. Lynette is leaving, treading the fallen leaves on the ground.]
Denise: I can’ t believe she’ s older than us. She seems so naive, a small flower at the corner of the garden, waiting for the right boy to pick up. I didn’ t really know her at school.
Brad: [Smirking] I don’ t think she’ s waiting for the right boy. She is sophisticated, but not the way you were thinking about.
Denise: Are you sure she `s not pulling you back?
Brad: she` s lesbian. She told me.
Denise: [Turning to look at Brad in complete shock] What? She doesn’ t look like.
Brad: Well, what should a lesbian look like? A manlike woman, a tomboy, a butch? I saw many of them. People are different, not stereotypical.
Denise: Why didn’ t those at school have no idea as they always focused on her? She was every boy’ s wet dream, so a lot of people thought she was a slut. Others considered her snooty `cos she was quite a loner.
Brad: But she turned out to be neither. Few of you understand her.
Denise: They said she dated you just for showing off, and then dumped you upon graduation.
Brad: Rumours are everywhere. [Sarcastically] Some people’s past-time.
[There is a silence for a few seconds.]
Denise: You still love her, don’ t you?
Chapter 5: When Love Comes
I saw her again, accidentally. This time I was real head over heels. After the music festival in the north, the band would have a few days off. I came back to London. I decided to call at Andy’ s after shopping downtown. He was out at work then. I had the key to his flat. I could stay there waiting for his return in the evening. I thought no one was there. The bathroom door was open. I saw someone in it, having a bath.
There she was. Lynette, Lynn as Andy calls his sister. She was still like a lily, a pure white lily in bloom as I saw her at the picnic. I mean her body, completely naked, lying in the water. Through the thin vapour I saw her eyes seem full of tears as I met her last time at the picnic, about to tell me something. Our eyes met and refused to move away. I could tell from hers that she was more shy even glad than surprised on seeing me. I could not believe that for about half a minute neither she nor I speak a word. I felt something hot, very hot deep inside my body, which I had never felt or had felt but long before.
She stood up from the bathtub and pick up a towel to dry her wet hair and body in front of me. I quickly turned around, walking into the living room. She used the towel to wrap herself around, followed me on to the couch in the living room. We both sat there. “Hi.” She said to me. Before she finished, I started to kiss her. She did not rejected at all and removed the towel to show me her body. I kissed her from the lips to the cheek to the neck to the shoulder to her lovely breast to their pink nipples. Her skin was as smooth as her lips. I smelt only the scent of her skin instead of the perfume on my clothes which I usually used a lot of until I could smell it. I began to touch her all over. Her hair was straight and soft, not like mine, which is a mess, though curled, much lighter in colour and longer, a loose pile of hay. Hers just reaches the shoulders. I liked it that way. Her body was small and exquisite, beautiful, but not the type those naked women’ s we see in some European classical paintings. Although I had seen my own body thousands of times in the mirror when I stripped, and Andy’ s compliments always made me pay more attention to it, I thought the naked girl, who was of the same sex, who people might say has every thing I have, extremely mysterious and charming. There was a flame burning inside me. I knew she got hotter too as I touched her skin. God! We were sharing a French kiss and it felt so good.
The knock on the door hit me back to the earth. I was totally conscious. I was not drunk at all. I knew what I was doing. That was love. I fell in love with this girl. But I almost forgot who she was. She was none other than my boyfriend’ s sister. Did I remember I had a boyfriend? I am not sure.
“Pat, open up the door, darling! Lynn! I forgot to carry the key with me today. Fortunately enough, you are both in.” Andy exclaimed outside the door.
Lynette stood up first, wrap herself into the towel again. “ Open the door for him while I’ m dressing up in the bedroom, will you?”
“I…” I faltered.
“Hurry up.” She quickly entered the room.
“Hi, darling.” Andy gave me a peck on my cheek and a hug when I opened the door. “Lynn!” He called his sister’ s name louder so that she could hear in the bedroom.
Andy gave her the key too. She often stayed there when she was in London. That evening she left before the tea her brother made for us was ready. Andy did not think much and took me out for dinner after we said good bye to her.
Chapter 6: Concert In X town
Tonight there's no denying, no there's no denying
There's something magic in the air
Emotional disorder, came from out of nowhere
And took me unaware
The patterns of the oceans, lost in her emotions
You know that I don't care
And on nights when the north wind blows through your heart
Dream of a new age
And on nights when the north wind blows through your heart
All I can do is wait
There's a star in the night sky
The kind of star we would be hoping for
There's a star in the night sky
The kind of star we would be dreaming of
Cool evening falling, I can hear her calling
Cross the serpentine
Dark and chaotic, slow and hypnotic
She comes into my mind
And tonight nothing matters, no it doesn't matter
Everything will be fine
And on nights when the north wind blows through your heart
Dream of a new age
And on nights when the north wind blows through your heart
All I can do is wait
There's a star in the night sky
The kind of star we would be hoping for
There's a star in the night sky
The kind of star we would be dreaming of
There's a star in the night sky
The kind of star we would be wishing for
There's a star in the night sky
------ASH ‘There's a star’
It was midnight when Burning Feather finished their X town concert. Mark had left with Harriet. Richard had his own stuff to deal with. Patricia and Tim went to a pub. There were not a lot of people there. They sat at a table near the corner and asked for their drinks respectively. Tim wanted some whisky while Patricia drank red wine as she usually did. A group of young people came in. They said hello to Tim and Patricia and sat down else where, without further bothering the two. Obviously, these youths had just attended the concert earlier and knew who Tim and Patricia were.
“You know, Pat, it was so good to play in a college town like this. The fans were polite as well as enthusiastic. I can’ t stand the craziness we saw in other cities.” Tim said, sipping his whisky slowly.
“Of course so, most of them were students.” Patricia said, “But we are not stars that are big enough to make them crazy.”
“So what are big stars?”
“Something like Westlife.”
“Those bloody wankers!” Tim sneered. He and Patricia both laughed a little. “We are not big stars, we are professional musicians.” Tim emphasised
“You can say that again!” Patricia said, then signalled the waiter for a sprite.
“You don’t smoke now, do you?” Asked Tim, “ This doesn’t seem to be a non-smoking pub.” He looked around, “See the smoking guys over there?”
“I quit it for some time. A bad habit as Andy said.”
“Did you see Andy’ s sister in the audience earlier at the concert? I always spot people easily.”
“Yeah. But she left before the concert ended.” Patricia drank her sprite and lost in thought.
“A blue stocking. Anyway, she turned me on,” He chuckled, “I almost had a hard-on.”
“That was because you were excited when you were singing. Your voice is real sexy.” She smiled and poured the rest of the sprite into the wine. “You’ d better not lay a finger on that girl.” She said warningly.
“Why? `Cause she’ s your boyfriend’ s sister?” Tim knew that his band mate joked with him casually. He enjoyed their complicity since they had been friends for years.
“How about your girlfriend, Tim? I haven’t seen Kate for ages.” Patricia asked.
“Could you please do not mention her?” Tim seemed a bit impatient.
“What’ s going on?” She frowned.
“We broke up. She became a dyke. Bisexual as she called herself. Can you believe it? She left for the Spanish chick she met while travelling.”
Upon hearing that, the look on Patricia’ s face must be the funniest one in her life. What could she say? She hadn’ t had an idea that Kate would be like that before. She didn’ t know that a woman in a relationship with a man could fall in love with other women.
“Don’t be worried. I’m alright.” Tim said peacefully. “Women are like clothes, replaced constantly.”
“So you are going to replace me.” Patricia feigned a bit annoyed.
“No, you’re my best mate. Mates are like your limbs. They can not be replaced.” Tim explained.
The young woman and the young man stepped out of the pub when it was nearly 2 am. Patricia held Tim by the arm as she was more sober than him. Tim drank so much whisky that he was on the verge of falling asleep. They went like this until they arrived at the hotel where they stayed. It was quite rare in Britain that a man and a woman instead of two men left a pub drunken and staggering early in the morning.
Chapter 7: Passion, afternoon sex, hot coffee and a warm bath
Twelve o’clock on Saturday morning, that was when Lynette woke up from the long and sleepless night after the concert. She opened the door, surprised to see Patricia standing in front of her.
“I was thinking that I needed to see you.” Lynette said.
“But you ran away twice.” Patricia smiled lovely, “Here is some biscuits I made. Just taken out of the oven before I came here. They are still warm.” She passed Lynette a small paper bag.
Lynette took the paper bag, held Patricia’s hand, led her inside, closed the door and then gave her a tight embrace. “Oh, you don’t know how glad I am to see you.”
“I belong to you.” Patricia kissed Lynette on the lips.
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Patricia walked urgently in the street, with something wrapped in paper in her hand. It was drizzling. One would get cold and wet if staying long outside.
Patricia took off her jacket, threw it on the couch. She sat beside the bed, watching Lynette sleeping. Lynette opened her eyes. Patricia moved closer so that Liz could touch her hair, her face and her silk scarf.
“I dreamt that I was still in your arms.” Lynette said, studying and touching her love slowly and gently.
“Just left for a few minutes,” Patricia said, enjoying this beautiful girl’s touching, “I thought you wouldn’t get up until dinner time. Look,” she took out a rose of fresh baby pink from the paper wrapping it. “This, hope you like it.”
Lynette was happy on seeing the rose. “How nice! Thank you so much.” She took the flower before her nose and smelt it.
“I made coffee. Have some?” Patricia asked.
“I usually drank tea. The coffee is for visitors. But I have no problem drinking it, especially made by you.” Smile shining on Lynette’s face while she was speaking.
“OK. I’ll get you a cup. How do you like it?”
“With milk and no sugar.”
“I like it that way too.”
The two girls sat at the table, drinking hot coffee, talking laughing and kissing.
“Your bedroom and the living room are small. I like them.” Patricia looked around.
“No need to rent a big flat as I live alone.” Lynette said.
“I mean, small ones make you feel warm, and wistful.” Patricia winked at Lynette.
“Got an idea you must like. How about a bath? I have a wonderful bathtub.” Lynette said.
“Bath. You and me?”
“I like your cleverness.” Lynette nodded. “Don’t worry. It fits for two. If it was too small, it could make us warm and wishful.
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They were lying together in the water. Patricia ’s head leaned on the brim of the bathtub while Lynette’s rest on her shoulder.
“You see, you can share my tub, my water, my shower gel, my shampoo, my lotion, my perfume, my nail polish…Lynette said, enjoying Patricia’ s arms around her waist in the water.
“And your lips.” Patricia pressed her lips on Lynette’ s, which stopped her speaking.
“Have you seen the film Get Real?” After the long kiss, Lynette asked.
“Yeah. I like the soundtrack. A friend gave me the CD.” Patricia said, playing with Lynette’s wet hair in her hand.
“I thought you professionals wouldn’t like those songs.” Lynette said.
“There are many kinds of professionals. We are different.”
“The film is moving, beautiful but heartbreaking. I cried every time I saw it. The scenes shot in Basingstoke were great. There is some kind of traditional prejudice against gay men all round the country. This is a serious problem posed not only by the film.” Lynette said.
“How about women. Their situation is better?”
“I think so. At least in England. The reason is traditional. You’ll learn that when you meet some of my gay men friends. I cried when they told me about their depressing childhood and adolescence.”
“You really want me to meet your friends?”
“Sure. Why not.”
“Have you ever heard of Show Me Love? See it with me some time, would you?” Patricia asked.
“What is it?”
“A Swedish film about lesbian teenage girls. You can easily find something like that in independent and foreign films.” Patricia explained.
“I seldom see Scandinavian films.”
“That’s your loss.” Patricia sneered. “I’m sure you will like it.”
“It’s that a date proposal?”
“You can call it.” Patricia replied. Then she said, “There is an important thing we can do together besides going to cinema and having a bath.”
“What?” Lynette asked in a wicked tone.
“Going to the Ladies.”
They both burst into laughers and splashed water at each other joyfully.
Meanwhile, the mobile phone in Patricia’ s jacket pocket rang.
“It must be Tim.” Patricia said, “God, he would kill me when he woke up and didn’t find me. We have some plans to make with Mark and Richard.”
“He got up so late.” Lynette said.
“It was the alcohol last night.” Patricia stood up, used a towel to wrap herself and went to her clothes in the living room to answer the phone. “Come on.” She added, “Get up. Get dressed. The water is cooling.” She patted Lynette’s head before leaving the bathroom.
Patricia was talking with the person on the other side of the phone, strolling in the living room. Lynette had guessed what was going on. Patricia looked back at her from time to time. They both took on a serious look on their faces.
“Well, Andy, I’ll be there soon. I know Tim is also looking for me. Besides we need to talk to you. Me and Lynn. I am with her now at her place.”
Andy was at Tim’s room, using the telephone on the desk. He just drove from London, only to see the band without his girlfriend. He was confused at what Patricia had said to him. She usually referred to Lynette as “your sister”, not “Lynn”. “ OK. See you later.” After the conversation finished, he put down the telephone, slumped into the chair, awaiting the two girls to come.
To be continued…
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