Every time my phone pings this morning, I nearly leap out of my seat, like itโs wired up to an eject button. This is, I hunt around my bag, praying โ once again โ that Chris has sent a text. That way, Iโll have something to cheer me up. When I open it and see that the message is from Scott, I feel a sense of disappointment.โHope youโre feeling better today. And donโt forget, at least your speech was memorable. Itโll keep your company relevant. Scott xxโDespite everything, I smile and suppress a giggle. Iโm torn between gratitude in having a friend like Scott and despair that I evidently havenโt got a boyfriend in Chris.โI hear that Iโve been roped in to save the day,โ Drew says cockily as he slides into his chair and manoeuvres his hand to its permanent location of on his crotch. โCouldnโt cope on your own, eh?โโMy ability to multitask, doesnโt stretch to being in two places at once, unfortunately. Trust me if there was a way, thatโs what I would have done.โ I for r myself to re
Itโs now been over a week since I have heard from Chris and itโs abundantly clear that another promising relationship is nesting miserably in my emotional wheelie-bin, and awaiting its collection day.Itโs beyond demoralising, when did I become so unattractive? Iโm sure I never used to be. Whatโs actually ironic is that my diet, minus the chocolate cake has been going exceptionally well. If I stand on a certain position on the scales Iโve lost just over half a stone, and even more if I get weighed after my morning shit.โEmma, trust me, youโre not unattractive. Youโre bloody gorgeous,โ Dani tells me on our way home from work. Iโve been with her all day, but this isnโt a conversation to be had in the work office. โSome men wouldnโt know a good thing, if it hit them in the face.โโI havenโt tried hitting them in the face,โ I briefly wonder if it would be effective. โI wouldnโt recommend it, so get that idea out your head,โ she laughs. โSeriously, donโt blame yourself for this. I mean,
I know what I told Dani Iโd do if he asked me out again. But that was before he did. Besides, the prospect of being alone on a Saturday night while everyone else is out was about as appealing as my mother hosting a pulse and cocktails party at my Nanaโs house. So I agreed to another date, probably too easily. I would have preferred him to come up with a brilliant excuse for his no-show at the business awards. Death of a family pet, a terminally ill relative, a major earthquake or even accidental amputation โ all would have been acceptable. That and a grovelling apology for not phoning for more than a week. In the event, he never mentioned the issue, and Iโm ashamed to say I never pressed him. It was a betrayal of every post-feminist bone in my body but, desperate that he didnโt change his mind. I took the easy option and kept my mouth shut. My self respect is cut to ribbons, but at least I donโt have to sit in and watch strictly come dancing. Obviously, I also had to find a
Iโve been in a few brainstorms in my time, but none like this. โHow about chivalry?โ Says Katie. โThose little touches like opening the door for her, pulling out the chair, and just being a gentleman. Theyโre really important things.โ โPerfect,โ Dani replies as she jabs her pen in the air and spins to face the flip chart. Sheโs getting into her training coordinator role and today is one of her favourite topics: how to behave on a date. โThatโs a good one, Scott. Mind you, I think thatโll come naturally to you.โ Scott is concentrating intensely. Now that heโs landed a date, heโs determined not to fuck it up. As he sits on our sofa before a list of dating rules, Dani has his full attention. โNumber one; listen to her. Most men just end up babbling away about themselves and thereโs nothing more offputting. Ask about her for a change. Where she grew up. Her job. Her likes and dislikes. You get the picture.โ โI absolutely do,โ says Scott. โNumber two; act confident. You may
We finally get rid of the non funny comedian trio at around 1:30am, when having bar crawled around the city, Hugo vomits under a bar and weโre asked to leave. On the way out George and Chase bump into a couple of women they know. Mercifully, we manage to lose them. โSo, youโve been accepted and initiated,โ Chris grins, putting his arm around me as we walk up to the waterfront looking for a taxi. โIโve got the feeling that my friends like you.โ I get the feeling that Chris must be out of his mind, but decide not to say anything. He squeezes my waist and leans down to kiss my hair. My pulse suddenly quickens and it makes me forget to be irritated that heโs put me through one of the worst dates of my life. Instead, I feel a rush of lust. โShame we didnโt get much chance to be by ourselves, though,โ he continues. โTrue,โ I shrug. He stops and turns to me, cupping my face in his hands as the lights from the Marina flicker in his eyes. โChrist. Youโre so beautiful,โ he breat
When I wake the next morning in my own bed, I donโt feel good. The fact that I almost had sex with someone so soon after meeting him has made me feel cheap. I could live with this disappointment in myself if it had been steamy and sensual; that is was short and not especially sweet, is the real killer. Then I close my eyes and picture Chrisโs face, laughing, and feel a swell of affection, regardless. My phone beeps, and I pick it up from my bedside table and see that a text message has arrived. Itโs from Chris. โIโm so sorry about my performance last night. It was a fuck up โ honestly. I feel terrible. Can we try again? Xxโ I close the text and phone Dani. โFuck. How bad was it?โ โIt wasnโt great,โ is all Iโm prepared to say. โBut sex isnโt everything, is it? Iโd be pretty shallow if I let this put me off, wouldnโt I?โ Dani hesitates and I realise Iโve asked the wrong person. โSo everything else went well until that point?โ โN..yes.โ โHereโs what I think. Part of me
Every June, one of the most spectacular and glamorous events in the area takes place just under nine miles from where I live. Much of Yorkshire and a few from elsewhere descent on Beverley locusts migrating. At least, it feels like it. The ladies day at Beverley racecourse is the ultimate day out. Today there is beautiful dresses, stylish suits and the ultimate race and you can feel the excitement buzzing in the air. I know as much about horse racing as I do theoretical physics, but thatโs irrelevant. To me, the event is about sparkling Prosecco on a sunny spring day, women dressed to the nineโs, and more fun than youโd find outside the walls of Alton Towers. It is compulsory to attend with a group of friends, the law of averages dictating that at least one will win enough, either on the main race or the smaller ones combined, to treat the losers to a takeaway at the end of the day. We are here en masse on what is miraculously, the warmest day of the year so far; Scott and Ra
The rest of the afternoon is as close to the definition of pure enjoyment as you can get. We laugh, drink cheer our way through the final two races before stepping on packed but merry train back to Hull. Nobody cares if their toes are stepped on by stiletto heels or of their hat falls off and ends up looking dirty. We ought to stop drinking and go home to a warm horlicks, but the city nightlife is too seductive. As the train pulls into a station to let a couple off, I glance at Dani and Jamie. Their arms are wrapped around a pile and each other โ with their eyes locked in mutual adoration. Dani catches me looking at her. โYou okay?โ She mouths. I nod and smile. As Jamie pulls her tighter, I know I donโt have to ask her the same. Rachel, meanwhile, is resting her head drunkenly on Scottโs shoulder two seats away from where Chris and I are sitting, holding hands. I canโt see Scottโs face as woman wearing the biggest hat Iโve ever seen is blocking his way. But from Rachelโs expres
If anybody had told me six months ago that Dani and my dimwit brother would become an item, Iโd have questioned their sanity. Sheโs sophisticated, intelligent and witty. And, well, he farts like a flatulent rhinoceros and is refined as those hillbillies on The Hills Have Eyes. Yet, they got together two weeks after the fire, when Dani expressed a sudden and mysterious desire to join me when I popped round to Steveโs to loan him The Walking Dead box set. I stayed for fifteen minutes. Dani stayed for four days. Her theory is that I am blind to Steveโs charm because heโs my brother. That heโs fun, loving, amusing and attentive. She also tried to tell me that heโs great in bed, but I acted like a grown up and stuck my fingers in my ears, while singing โla-la-la-canโt-head-you-la-la-laโ until she stopped. As for Steve, well, heโs smitten. Honestly, sheโs turned him into a puppy dog โ albeit not a very cute one. Despite my reservations, they seem to be enjoying themselves. And for the
The moment I see him I am balled over by how handsome he is, heโs irresistibly, mouth wateringly sexy. Iโm looking at a man who, thanks to project Scott, is the ultimate manifestation of female desire. He turns heads wherever he goes. But that isnโt the reason I love him. Itโs not the clothes, or the hairstyle, it isnโt even his body or face. The Scott I love is the funny, intelligent, caring, loyal and lovely person I met all those years ago. Thatโs the Scott I long for, the Scott I canโt spend another day without. The trimmings and display are irrelevant. โHi there, Emma,โ he grins. His grin becomes a smile and it sends a surge of Hope through my veins, turning my legs to jelly and killing my ability to speak. โAre you okay?โ โYes. I โฆ yes,โ I stutter. Emotion rushes through me and my heartbeat thuds in my chest, thundering in my ears. โIโm just surprised to see you,โ I say once my words find their way back to me. โAndโฆ happy?โ I nod as tears cloud my vision. โVe
Thereโs one single word on the front: Emma. Seeing my name written in Scottโs very distinctive handwriting makes my heart pause and I gasp for breath. With my heart racing and fingers trembling, I open the envelope and head to my small balcony terrace. I throw myself into the chair, cross my legs and scan the letter, unable to devour its contents quick enough. ******** Dearest Emma, Iโve written this letter multiple times, and rewritten it in my mind at least a thousand times. Yet o never thought putting pen to paper would be so difficult. This is the eleventh copy and Iโm still not happy with it. I thought about quoting your favourite poetry and literature but nothing seems appropriate enough to explain the situation, so itโs down to clumsy old me. Thereโs just one small problem; what do you say to the woman youโve been in love with for years? From the moment I first met you, Emma, my life has been enhanced in a way I canโt fully explain. All those cold, wet and miserable aft
I try to think of an ingenious way to get through security. But after yet another infuriating conversation with another official, Iโm forced to accept that the methods to combat terrorism are also enough to intervene when a unfit, scruffy and desperate woman. With an alarming and increasing level of determination I decide to buy a ticket to somewhere in Asia, just so that I can get through the security gates. But after another episode at the security desk, the fact that my passport is in a box at my new home is clearly a show-stopper. I stand in the airport in a confused daze, and take out my phone. I wanted to do this in person, but now I have no choice. I close my eyes and wait for the line to ring. It goes straight to voicemail. โOh god,โ I cry, but nobody notices. For almost an hour I pace up and down, trying to come up with a brilliant plan. But no matter how I try, nothing happens and no plan is formed. I look at my watch for the millionth time today and see that
Iโm normally the safest driver in the world. Or at least thatโs what I tell myself. Scott would say I drive like a grandma, behind the wheel , sticking to the speed limit and often below it. Scott, my heart aches. But with the needle on my speedometer touching a perilous 74mph โ okay, so Iโm not the next Schumacher or Hamilton, but Iโm belting along the M62 in a small Vauxhall corsa leaving behind a caravan and two heavy duty trucks. My heart is hammering against my ribcage as I play corny movie scenes in my head. Lovers running with open arms and floaty haired women being spun around. Kisses that go on forever. The problem is, that this reunion isnโt going to be straightforward. Firstly, thereโs Katie. Whether she fancies Daniel or not, thereโs protocol to follow. Call me old fashioned, but declaring your love for someone elseโs boyfriend isnโt the done thing. Yet, that is exactly what Iโm about to do. And Iโm not sure if I care about the consequences. And then thereโs t
Dani is screaming so loudly that the poor patients at the other end of the corridor must think she is undergoing an amputation without pain relief. โWhy didnโt you tell me? For fuck sake!โ โIโฆ I .. donโt know,โ I stammer. โI didnโt want to compromise your friendship with Katie for a start.โ โHow?โ She asks incredulously. โKatieโs in love with Scott, like you said. Even if I was going to be a total arsehole and try to steal him โ which Iโm not โ what good would come of telling you? Itโd just land you with information that youโd be powerless to act on.โ โUhhhhh,โ Dani rubs her hands down her face. โWhat a mess.โ โDonโt I know it,โ I agree. โI donโt mean about you and Scott,โ she tuts impatiently. โThough I grant you, that is also a mess.โ โWhat then?โ She sighs and her eyes find the window. โYou know when I said that I thought Katie was in love with Scott?โ I nod. โI was wrong.โ It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in. โWhat?โ โShe likes Scott, donโ
Given the fact that my mum was in a serious near death experience twelve hours ago, sheโs looking amazingly well. โJust typical, isnโt it?โ She mutters as she grabs another peanut m&m. โEveryone in the real housewives has a hot tub and none of theirs houses burned down.โ Dani just smiles and offers me an m&m. โNo thank you,โ I shake my head. โBut then I suppose they had the real thing and wasnโt swimming around in a discarded birthing pool.โ My mum must be made of stronger stuff than me. While she is happily stuffing her face with chocolate, I feel like Iโve been hit by a damn truck. Itโs not just the aftermath of the fire though, although that alone could leave me in a state of shock until 2040. My mind is also spinning with thoughts of Scott, who is now en route to Doncaster airport. I hope heโs not too annoyed with me for sneaking off, but then I did have a good excuse, even though visiting hours donโt officially start until 10am. Itโs a good job Dani managed to
Scott has gone to the local store, just as he always does on his days off. Only this isnโt a normal day off. All his bags are packed and waiting by the door, ready for his departure in two hours. Iโm supposed to go to the airport to see him off, but the moment my eyes opened this morning, I knew I couldnโt go through with it. I wonโt be able to watch him and Katie head off together without bursting into tears and giving the game away. I take a notepad and pen from my bag, and begin writing as quickly as I can. I donโt have long until he returns. โDear Scott, Iโm sorry that I didnโt get to go to the airport with you, but if I donโt make visiting hours at 9:00am, I wonโt see mum. She needs me right now, more than you need me, after what happened. I know youโll understand, under the circumstances. Have an amazing trip and please donโt forget about me, will you? Iโll miss you more than I could ever explain. I meant what I said โ I want a post card from every destination - donโt
Scott abandons the car without consideration for others outside of Mumโs and Dadโs house and we quickly jump out. The air is thick with smoke and fear as the neighbours with grey faces huddle amongst themselves. Thereโs firefighters everywhere; running and shouting. I stand in front of the house and struggle to breathe as the flames crackle and roar, as they burst from three windows and the smoke billows into the night. โWhere are they?โ โTheyโre still in there,โ Steve says, his eyes heavy with tears. โI tried to go in, but the hallway was filled with smoke andโฆ.โ Without even thinking, I race towards the house, but Scott wraps his arms around me and pulls me back. โLET ME GO!โ I scream. โLet the professionals do their jobs, Emma,โ he pleads as his arms wrap tighter around me. I watch horrified as the firefighters wearing breathing apparatus make their way into the house. Thereโs orders being shouted and soon the house is being doused with foam and water. I feel a sudden r