Thirty-Five (Tim); Strangers, It Seems.
I look at Tim Roth, then to the closed door from behind which I can hear squeals and giggles, then I look back at Tim.
"Are you as worried as I am?" I ask, only half joking. Tim shrugs, half smiling.
"I don't know, how worried are you?"
"Very." I say, looking back at the door as a loud 'slap' noise is heard.
"Amy!" I hear Heather shriek. "Lycra!" A snigger from Amy. I look back at Tim, whose eyebrows are raised.
"Something says I don't want to know." He drawls, shaking his head. I'm about to attempt making a smark alec comment, but at the moment I open my mouth the door opens and two figures roll out. I say 'rolled' because they're on roller-skates. I blink at the foremost figure, who is covered in studs and red PVC with vertical lines across it. She has boxes on her shoulders, things on her elbows, knees and wrists, and what look like over-sized socks on her legs. The figure behind her is clad head-to-toe in silver/white lycra with green patterning, similar box things on her shoulders, various other paraphrenalia across her. And a decided lack of lyrca covering her chest.
Which is something I should not be staring at right now...! I blink a few times, forcing my gaze away from Heather's chest to her eyes. She's blushing.
"Uhhh... Tim - hi - and - hi - erm - Tim...?" she looks between myself and Tim, then skates carefully behind Amy, hiding from us --me?-- blushing even more underneath the silver and green makeup, whilst Amy grins in an exceedingly manic way. I look sideways at Tim, who looks like he's trying not to stare. I chuckle softly, then look at Heather again. Now it's my turn to try not to stare.
"I - er - are you-? I mean, are you going to wear that to - to Thorpe Park...?" I stutter. Heather nods silently. "And the theatre?" This musical Amy and Heather are both into --Starlight Express-- is making it's return to London, and they're celebrating. There's another reason they're going, but I can't remember what that is...
"No... Not the theatre... I'm gonna wear a different one... Is - is this okay? Do I look okay...?" she sounds practically terrified. Don't tell me she's worried about my opinion...?!
"Y-yeah! You look great!" I say, a little too quickly it seems, as Amy lets out a manic cackle that makes Heather skate well out of the way.
"Caboose you're fucking insane!" she accuses Amy, her hands on her hips. Jeeze I gotta stop staring...
"Yeah?" Amy sniggers. "You ain't much better Star!" she counters. I look at Tim and shrug helplessly; no, I have no idea what they're going on about!
"I'm not insane!" Heather is protesting as we go outside.
"No? Who wrecked the service in the snow that time?" Amy sneers accusingly. Heather scowls.
"That was you!"
"Guys...?" I say quently. I don't think either of them hear me.
"No it damn well wasn't Caboose! It was you and you know it! How can I cause wrecks anyway?!"
"You know that, Star! You've got breaks, remember?"
"Fuck you, Caboose!"
"I'll bet you'd love to."
"Gross." Heather pulls a face at Amy, then slips her hand around mine. "You're a freak Caboose," she spits at Amy, who just sneers back. I look over her head at Tim Roth and roll my eyes as if to say, 'You know, I have a very bad feeling about this...'
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