“Do you ever wonder,” he asked, “how we decide what’s mad and what isn’t? There’s so much crazy stuff in the world – everything’s a mess most of the time – but then people who can’t handle it are called mental and have films made about them… But what if they’re just reacting to the weirdness of the universe? Isn’t it more weird to just think everything’s okay, when it clearly isn’t?”
I drummed up the courage to move my chair closer to his, to show I agreed with what he’d said. He still wouldn’t look at me.
“You know…” I said. “I think they’re re-releasing this at the cinema soon, so young people like us can see it on the big screen.”
In other words: Ask me out please, ask me out please, ask me out please.
I watched his face as he dropped his earphones again, and ducked down to pick them up. Then he looked at me. Something passed, something good.
“I…I…” he said, and I urged him on with my eyes.
Please ask me out. I really like you.
“I…I…” And when his face dropped I knew he wouldn’t. “I… It’s a pity we’ve just watched it then, isn’t it?” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, still smiling. “It is.”
Thirteen
My phone beeped from under my body. I turned over on the grass and looked at the screen.
“Who is it?” Jane asked, from behind a pair of sunglasses.
I grinned. “Oli.”
“Has he asked you out yet?” Joel asked, from under Jane. She was lying on top of him – her head on his head, like they were a sandwich.
“Umm… No, not yet.”
Autumn had slid back into summer for one last gasp before winter snatched all sunshine away for six months. It was mild and bright and lovely. Half of college sprawled out over the grounds, huddled in groups of not-so-new-any-more friends. I was sunbathing with Jane, Joel, Guy, Lottie and Amber. Although Amber was attempting to use her sketchbook to shield her face from the rays.
“I’m so jealous of your skin, Lottie. You tan so easily, whereas I’m going to have to spend my entire ginger life plastered in factor 30.”
Lottie arched an eyebrow. “Yes, but think of all the wrinkles you won’t have when you’re older?”
“Annnnnd, I’m going to stop complaining now.”
Lottie smiled. “Never stop complaining, Amber. It is why I love you so very dearly.”
Guy snorted. “Who is this guy any way?” he asked, an unlit fag dangling from his lips.
Lottie tilted her head up from the cushion she’d made out of her jumper and answered for me. “He’s this super sweet guy from her film class. But he’s so shy it’s ridiculous.”
“He’s not shy,” I said, defending him. “He’s just…umm…shy.”
Guy lit his cigarette, took a deep drag then exhaled deliberately into my face. I coughed and glared at him.
“He sounds like a pussy.”
“He’s not a pussy!”
“Oh yeah?” he said, tauntingly. Then, with no notice, he grabbed my phone out of my hand.
“Hey,” I said, clambering to get it back but he fended me off with his cigarette.
“Hey, what animals do you like? I’ve always wanted a monkey,” he read off the screen. He made a look of utter disgust and chucked my phone back at me. “See, told you. Puss. Ay.”
I collected my phone off the grass and dusted the mud off it. “He’s just making conversation. I like monkeys too.”
“Whoop whoop, why don’t you just marry the guy?”
Amber sat up and joined in. “He has a point,” she said. “Did he honestly just message you about animals?”
“Just this one time.”
“And what else does he message you about?” Lottie asked. I had everyone’s attention and I didn’t like it. I felt defensive of Oli, and his cheekbones, and our future children’s cheekbones.
“Umm. Films sometimes.”
“Anything else?”
“Er. What we did at the weekend?”
Guy finished his fag and stubbed it out in the grass. “And yet he’s never said, ‘Why don’t we do something this weekend?’”
I didn’t reply, just looked at his fag butt. Wanting so badly to pick it up, carry it over to the bin and then wash my hands twice. Maybe three times.
My phone beeped again. I looked at the screen and broke into a huge grin. “HE’S ASKED ME OUT,” I yelled, waving the phone at all of them.
Lottie and Amber shrieked and ran over to read the message. Lottie read it aloud.
“‘Fancy cinema this weekend?’ Aww – finally! I’d about given up hope.”
I beamed at everyone, then quickly stuck my tongue out at Guy. A date! With a boy! To the cinema! Like people do!
BAD THOUGHT
You’ll have to sit on a cinema seat that’s already been sat on by hundreds of thousands of dirty people.
BAD THOUGHT
He’ll want to buy you popcorn. How can you explain that you won’t be able to eat the popcorn?
BAD THOUGHT
What if he realizes within minutes that you’re a massive weirdo freak and runs out leaving you alone to fester in the germs?
“So…?” Lottie said, examining my suddenly pale face. “Are you going to message him back?”
“Shouldn’t I wait a while?”
“Yes,” Guy said.
“No,” Amber butted in, ignoring Guy. “Message him back. He’s shy, he’ll be dying by now.”
I flicked through our plans for this weekend. “Isn’t Anna having another party on Saturday? Should I invite him to that?”
Amber thought about it and shook her head, sunrays bouncing off her hair. “Hmm. No… See how the cinema goes and then, if you still madly fancy him, you can tell him about the party and invite him along.”
“Perfect,” Lottie joined in. “And then if the date is terrible, you can tell us all about it at the party.”
I couldn’t hold in my smile as I shot back a message.
Sure, cinema sounds great. Sat during the day? X
“Argh,” I squealed. “I’ve sent it. I have a date.”
Lottie and Amber pulled me in for a bear hug and, surprising us all, Jane unearthed herself from Joel’s grasp and joined in on the hugging action.
“I’m so excited for you,” she squeaked.
Guy and Joel rolled their eyes at each other in an ergh-girls way and I felt a bit silly. I broke apart the hug. “Come on, girls, calm down. Bechdel test, remember?”
Jane scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. “Bechdel what?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Jane. It’s not a test for you,” Amber said.
“Huh?” she asked as Lottie and Amber burst out laughing. Bitchily. My stomach twisted for Jane. I would always defend her…when it wasn’t me complaining about her or calling her names in my head. My phone beeped with Oli’s reply, breaking the awkwardness.
Sounds good. See you Saturday.
And we did more squealing.
The college bell rang in the distance and the others groaned and picked up their bags and litter. I lay back in the grass, a mixture of euphoric and petrified about the impending weekend.
Lottie stood over me, blocking out the sun. “You not got class?”
“Nope. Free period.”
“Lucky bugger. You staying around here?”
I yawned and stretched. “Nope, don’t think so. I think I’m just going to walk home.”
“Not fair. Anyways, come on, love birds,” she said to Jane and Joel. “We’re late for philosophy. See yas.”
I waved them all away. All of them apart from Guy who, to my surprise, still sat next to me on the grass.
“You not got class either?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “You say you’re walking? Whereabouts do you live?”
“Ashford Road.”