As Scott is out tonight, I decide to use the time wisely. I was my legs, under arms and bikini line; paint my nails, spray on fake tan and inspired by the models in my magazine, I stick on false eyelashes. I end up with three lashes stuck successfully to my lid and so much glue that I look as though Iโve developed cataracts. When I retire to bed, Iโm satisfied with my extensive beautification and find myself thinking constantly about tomorrow night. I drift into a light sleep, waking just after one am when Scott comes home. I use the opportunity to go to the toilet, just so I can bump into him. God, Iโm pathetic. Heโs looking ridiculously handsome in an end of the night kinda way. Heโs slightly dishevelled- his toe loose and his suit jacket is flung over his arm- and heโs unbuttoning the top of his shirt as we come face to face. My eyes are drawn to his neck as he swallows and his Adamโs Apple bobs. โNice night?โ I ask. โBetter than I imagine.โ โOh. Thatโs great. Did you
Iโve had some really bad mornings in my lifetime, but none have come close to this. I lie in bed for what feels like an eternity, listening to Scott move around the house and praying that he leaves before I have to get up. Unfortunately, he doesnโt. As I toss and turn, biting my nails and whipping myself into a frenzy, I start to wish that when he moved in, I took the bedroom with the balcony doors. Eventually, I get up and get dressed โ when I hear Scott flick on the kettle and conclude that heโs in the kitchen. I dive to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Even that part of my morning routine is far from positive. As I reach the sink, I wonder for a second why our anti bac wipes โ the ones that I used to clean the toilet yesterday โ are sitting where I expected my make up remover wipes to be. I realise why, when I gaze into the mirror and see my face; I look like Iโve undergone a skin graft on a burns unit. Oh Christ. Only I, would encourage my best friend to
Itโs hard to describe the atmosphere in the house over the next couple of weeks. Things really couldnโt be weirder if Gemma Atkinson turned up as our maid. At first Scott seems to be there every time I go home โ which is hard to get used to, given that his presence had been so rare before. He makes repeated attempts to talk to me about what happened, but I cut him dead every-time. I just canโt take his rejection. This defies everything Iโve learned from the lifetime of study Iโve devoted to the agony aunt pages โ and Iโm certain that Deidre wouldnโt approve. Iโm completely embarrassed. Forever ashamed. Permanently wishing I lived somewhere else. Like Mars. I still havenโt discussed whatโs going on with Dani and Katie. And I definitely havenโt told them what happened on the night of the ratatouille dish. Iโve thought about it, of course, but itโs as though discussing my feelings for Scott makes them more real, and Iโd rather pretend that they didnโt exist, thank you very much.
Scott and I had one previous discretion about ten months after we started living together, several years ago now. Although, the word discretion makes it sound more sophisticated than it actually was. Ten months after the night that changed my life, Iโd decided to start a new hobby of skiing. I have no idea why I chose skiing, but I thought Iโd head to the ski slope in Sunderland, Scott being Scott agreed to accompany me. I may have been a tad dramatic when I explained my previous skiing experience โ okay, Iโll now admit that I completely lied. I still blame Scott โ his tales of skiing with his army friends in different countries had made me feel inadequate. The extent of my experience had been rollerblading down a hill as a child, even that hadnโt been very successful. My lie was so huge that I didnโt need to practice on the beginner slope, but instead headed to the 160m main slope with Scott. While we were kitting up, as Scott called it, I watched all the other skiers descendi
A few days later on a wonderful sunny August morning, I switch on the radio as I drive to work, as Dolly Parton is singing โWorking Nine to Fiveโ. I only know the chorus but my vocal chords take the battering of a lifetime. By the time Iโve reached the outside of the city centre, drumming my hand on the steering wheel at the traffic lights, Iโm so fired up Iโm practically raving in my seat. Itโs an important week this week. On Wednesday, Iโll be implementing the Nike UK plan. Itโll be the biggest challenge of my career to date, but one to which Iโm determined to rise. This is the week I prove my worth to Mr Brown. My phone rings and I reluctantly silence Dolly and connect to the hands free. โEmma, itโs Alistair.โ He doesnโt sound happy, but thatโs only to be expected, given the week ahead. โHi Alistair. What can I do for you?โ โItโs out, Emma. Itโs already out to the public,โ he sounds as though heโs referring to an escaped lion. โWhatโs out?โ โThe News about the c
When I get home at ten at night, Scott is still up. The lights in the living room are dimmed and heโs at the piano, caressing the keys, as a melody melts through the rooms. โSo lately, been wondering, who will be there to take my place. When Iโm gone, youโll need love, to light the shadows on your face..โ his voice calms me, yet I begin to picture his words holding their true meaning and shudder. He stops when I open the living room door. Iโm so tired that I almost forget to feel awkward. โI didnโt know youโd expanded your playlist. I love that song.โ He smiles, โI know.โ โHowโs it going?โ โNot bad I suppose. Youโre late.โ โIโve had the day from hell.โ โAt least itโs over.โ โEach day is going to be a million times worse.โ He pulls a face. โThat doesnโt sound very optimistic. Is there anything I can help with?โ โI donโt think so. Iโve got a bit of a crisis involving a client; scratch that, itโs a major crisis. The only thing that will get me through the next seventy
I frown at Scott. So does Drew. โAndrew?โ I repeat. โI havenโt got it wrong, have I?โ Asks Scott. โYou went to Perronet Thompson school until about 1995?โ โThis isnโt Andrew,โ I tell him. I look up and notice that Drewโs neck has turned an odd shade of red, and thereโs a vein pulsing in the side of his neck. โAnd you are?โ He glares at Scott. โScott McMcanus. Your always stole my clothes at P.E, so I had to walk in front of the class in my boxers. Not that Iโll hold it against you,โ he laughs. โIt was a long time ago. What are you doing these days?โ I sit, absolutely flabbergasted, unable to shut my mouth. โNow, wait just a minute,โ I interrupt them. โDrew, youโre the Andrew who bullied Scott when he was at school?โ โI havenโt called myself Andrew in a long time,โ he bites out. โDo you know each other?โ Asks Scott. He looks shocked that I would know his high school bully. โWe work together,โ I tell him, meaningfully. โThis Scott, is Drew Turner.โ A look of reali
In the event that we donโt beat Drew and his friends โ though, given their reaction, we might as well have. We beat them by a mere three points โ seventy five to seventy two. Drew is raging: flouncing out of his chair and straight to the toilets. Iโm thrilled; jumping up and down and hugging Scott as if heโs won the lottery. Laughing, he pulls himself out of my grasp and looks at me. โYou seem pleased to have won,โ he chuckles. โWow, youโre a master of understatement sometimes, Scott. Too bloody right Iโm pleased to have won.โ Unable to control myself, I kiss his cheek, before pulling away in embarrassment. Scott looks awkward too. โIโm hungry,โ he tells me, filling the gap. โHow about we head home for tea cakes and horlicks before bed?โ I suggest. โYouโre a woman who knows how to party, Emma,โ he grins. โTea cakes it is.โ Scott and I are at the door of the pub when Drew appears. โI suppose youโre going to be as smug about this as you are about everything else?โ He spits
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