Thirty-Four (Heather); Masquerading.
I look at Amy.
"You have got to be joking!" I say, half laughing.
"No, really! C'mon, it'd be a laugh!"
"Amy, I'm twenty eight and married! I can't go around like that any more!" I wave my hands at her to emphasize my point, and send my bottle of Cherry Cola sailing across the room. I swear one day I'm going to cause some kind of destruction with these hands. I sit on them, and Amy cackles.
"Yeah? And? C'mon! It'll be loads of fun! I've got Anna, Steve, Gemma, Jason, Kristy and Jenny to come and everything! And Tim."
"Tim? Which one?" I ask. At the slight smirk playing on her lips I chuckle. "Ahh... I see... Your Tim....." I smile and crack my knuckles idly. "Anyway, so - you're expecting me, a married twenty-eight-year-old housewife, to go to Thorpe Park dressed as a half-breed-coach-'boose-'ponent-thing?"
"Yes, you, yes dressed as Star. C'mon...!" Amy wheedles, and I sigh, giving in for what feels like the millionth time. Man I'm getting soft in my old age!
"Fine, fine, fine..." I mutter. "Fine." I add for good measure.
"Yay!" Amy grins. "I'll go and ask Tim." she adds, getting up. I blink, confused.
"But - haven't you already asked him?" I ask. Amy smirks widely and starts walking out of the door, talking over her shoulder.
"I didn't say which Tim I've asked. You made the assumption yourself."
"Amy!" I leap to my feet as I realise what she's talking about; but there is no way she could ask my Tim to come to a costume meet with us! No way in hell! "Amelia Alice Hewitt! Get back here!!" But she's gone. Or ignoring me. Bitch. I sigh and sit back down again, running my fingers through my hair. Suppose I'd better go and hunt out my old StEx costumes and the like, and see if I can actually fit into it. Hmph, doubtful! I can't believe Amy's dragging me --and Tim!-- into her madcap shenanigans! And oh good grief what's Tim going to think of me?! Star's costume is - er - rather - uhm - revealing...
Oh dear...! I wonder whether I should go and buy myself another wig: Star doesn't actually have one because I used to just use my own hair... And I've gotten quite fond of it being blonde again, I'd rather not have the hassle of going to get it dyed black. Although... I do love having black hair...
I get up, deciding my best course of action is to drive back into Hampshire and actually get my costume, then worry about things like hair. I nod to myself and grab my carkeys, scribbling a little note to Tim so he knows where I've gone, then practically skip outside to the car. Roll on next week!
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