book two: this book belongs to: oliver prescott
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CHAPTER 2: still 17th march
ok,
so dear pages of this book, u may be wondering why i have 3 dots written in the middle of ur lovely lines, it's one of those
U'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT scenarios.
old mrs edna james calls out to me, she's the lucky bugger sitting next to 'him' now,
"DOCTOR!" she calls me, "will u swap seats with an old lady like me so i can gossip with lydia?" cos i'm sitting next to old mrs reed, who's gossiping to old mr pollock behind us. my initial reaction is of course, to do a cartwheel, so i shrug & say,
"yeah, ok," and go plonk myself down next to him, feeling very goofy and awkward and shy and trying to smile.
"u must be 'doctor' i take it?"
god he's gorgeous!
"er, yeah."
"pleased 2 meet u doctor."
soooooooo ditto!
"likewise." & we shook hands, all very corny, he was so taking the piss.
"i'm sorry to put u under the duress of having to sit next to the new guy on the bus,"
"it's ridiculous isn't it," i said, all butterflies, "it was the same when i was the new guy, then again with my mate tom, any face they can't account for, it's scary."
"u were the only person who didn't stare at me this morning when i got on, thanks,"
"well, i know how, er, traumatic it can be, hehheh,"
he smiled when i said that! he SMILED when i said that! but then much to my dismay said
"i'll let u get back 2 ur book," and we lapsed into silence.
i pretended 2 read the rest of the way while completely perving at what i could see of him outta the corner of my eye.
our knees occasionally bumped 2gether as we hit pot holes and small children sporadically. i felt my whole body tense up every time our elbows slightly rubbed, 2 elbows of 2 finely tailored suits i must add. then alas it was his stop.
"bye doctor, c u round,"
as soon as my tongue returned 2 its normal size i managed to come out with
"sure c u later," while my knees were trembling as he eased past them to get off the bus.
as soon as the doors flapped shut it was a cacophony of voices wanting to know all about him. i'm pleased 2 say it shat everyone completely that i hadn't even discovered his name.
i didn't care, i'd touched his knee!
with my knee!
i got off the bus and no one would talk 2 me the whole way down the lane. i got in & tom & deidre were already both home, & write down the date, tom was cooking! prob'ly just cos he fancied that new young chef off the telly.
i innocently went in the kitchen for a beer and a flick thru the daily rag & tom straight away looks at me & says,
"been down the park finally have u?" i try look incredulous & say
"me? never!" to make him think i had.
"well what then?"
damn. i didn't want to but i couldn't help it, i was excited, i told him all about THE NEW GUY ON THE BUS.
"oh no! not a new guy on the bus! there'll be talk of nothing else for weeks! how are lucy, janine, edna and old mrs reed?!"
i told him they were fine.
he told me i wasn't telling him everything.
i told him there was nothing else to tell.
he said i'll tell him sooner or later.
or else.
i just don't want him to think that at the first flutter of my heart in so long i'm reduced to the level of an obsessed horny teenager, which is of course the absolute truth.
but anyway he cooked a very edible meal, trust him to keep this particular talent hidden, and then he offered me a lift in the morning because he has a meeting across the road from the uni. i accepted whole heartedly.
it's just what i need to get my thoughts away from strangers on busses.
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