Eighteen (Amy); For Whom does the Bell Toll?
"Amy!"
"I know, I know! Phone!" I come barging out of my room and grab the phone from Corey. "And for crying out loud Corey, if you shout any louder I swear you're going to break a window!" I call after him as he prances off down the corridor. "Hello?"
"She was right about the excitable one. Hello Amy, it's Tim." and by the voice I know his surname isn't Burton. I resist the urge to squeal ridiculously loudly and take a deep breath.
"-Hi..." I sound like a prat! "How are you?" Okay, that's not much better...
"I'm okay." Tim sounds marginally amused. "How about you?"
"I'm okay, yeah!" I say, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Great, now he's going to think I'm a total moron...
"Cool." There's a weighty silence I feel I should fill, yet don't quite know how to. I look down at my hand. Jeeze, I couldn't talk to him properly at the party and I can't talk to him now! And for goodness sake, my ex-girlfriend is married to one of my favourite directors who's becoming a pretty good friend of mine! Why is this so different?!
"So-" I clear my throat. "You going in for Tim's new film?" Well, it's a start, I suppose... Two Tims, hmm, life could get rather confusing!
"Yeah, I am. You coming for a drink with me tonight?"
"What?" I can't help but squeak. He made the offer so casually it caught me completely by surprise. I hear him chuckle slightly and I gulp.
"A drink. Liquid. Sometime's it's even alcoholic..."
"Thanks Tim..." I mutter, feeling my cheeks going red.
"No problem, glad to be of assistance. So. Are you?"
"Am I what?" An idiot? Very probably, yes. This hasn't really sunk in.
"Coming for a drink with me." He repeats, still sounding amused. Git.
"Oh! Err - I -" I'm stuttering almost as impressively as Heather, not good! I really want to hit myself now! "Okay."
"Don't bowl me over with your enthusiasm." Tim drawls sarcastically, and I roll my eyes slightly.
"What time? Where?"
"La Luna, eight? I'll pick you up."
"I - okay..." I say, nodding like a dashboard dog even though he can't see me. Which in retrospect is probably best. "Cool, sounds cool."
"Great." There's a note of cheer in Tim's voice which makes me feel a little shy for no apparant reason. I smile stupidly.
"Cool..." You've said that one Amy. "Thanks..."
"Don't thank me now, you might find you hate every second of it. See you at eight."
"Uh - yeah - bye..." I hang up and debate whether or not to charge up and down the corridor squealing. No, not a good idea. Besides, I'm far too old! Laughing aloud I pick up the phone and dial Heather's number.
"Hi, Heather here, how can I help?"
"Heather! Guess who just called?!"
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