| Braden |
05-09-2010 05:58 PM |
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As Shaun glared at the cinema screen, his bottom was almost at the edge of the seat. He bit his lower lip as the anticipation grew more and more. He then started to sweat as he knew what was coming, the audience which surrounded him stayed silent but then suddenly, a phone started to ring, You could actually hear the confusion on the audience faces, they then realized it wasn’t coming from the film but from Shaun’s back pocket. “Oh for ****** sake, take it somewhere else, some people are trying to watch a movie!”’ said someone. “Oh. Um, sorry” Shaun said timorously. He was escorted out by an employee at the Cinema. He then scurried off towards the male toilets. He took out his phone within an instant, and realized that Dezzy was trying to contact him. He put his phone to his ear and roared “what!?”
“And hola, to you to amigo, seriously what’s up? I was just going to ask if you wanted to get a bite to eat.” Dezzy said embarrassed.
“Well…I was sort of in the middle of something” replied Shaun.
“Okay then. I’ll ring back later” Dezzy said bothered
“No! No, it’s fine. What are you up to know?” Shaun interrupted
“Well I’m actually overviewing that old site TiBB, we used to go on, do you remember it?” Dezzy asked
“Oh my god, don’t remind me. The place was full of desperate trolls with no desire what-so-ever” Shaun said with a disturbed look on his face
“It’s so funny, everything’s gone so out of control even Mark has left!” Dezzy said as he began to laugh.
“Not like he was on the *********g forum anyway” Shaun said hysterically
“Aha! Well when you have time MSN me, and we’ll chat about…Things” Dezzy informed Shaun
“Yeah sure” Shaun responded. He snapped his flip phone shut and then casually walked out of the toilets. Shaun gave thought on whether or not if he wanted to go back into the theatre. He had watched the film about five or six times in the last week. He then hovered towards the automatic doors. He tried to distinguish where he had parked his car. He lapped the whole parking lot about three times to realize he never even came with his car! He then chuckled to himself and walked towards the bus stop. No-one was there apart from Shaun himself and a middle-aged man carelessly just sticking a Cigar into his mouth and kept puffing every three seconds near Shaun’s face. Shaun looked disgusted by the man and just made a slight groan and turned his back on him. He then saw a flashing light which made him squint his eyes, he received that the bus was coming towards him. He then selfishly just shoved the man out of the way to make sure he got a seat. His eyes strolled around and looked at this woman who looked quite familiar. He whispered to himself “For the love of my lord give me strength” as the women looked at Shaun and wave continuously and pointed at the seat next to her. He then wondered down to take the seat with a forced smile on his face. “Hi Vicky, how are…things?” said Shaun unconvincingly.
“Oh my god so much better now that I’ve seen you, how long has it been?” Vicky asked Shaun joyfully
“About three months I think, I remember it was TiBBs get together and you got completely drunk of your face…30Stone had to carry you home?” said Shaun
“Oh god, I remember that. Good times Shaun!” Vicky Cackled.
“Yeah!” replied Shaun trying to pressurize a laugh
“My god, have you heard though, like seriously, have you heard!?” said Vicky who acted as if Shaun just smacked her in the face
“No, I don’t think so Vicky.” Shaun said sarcastically
“Harry… He died, well I say died…people say he got.” Vicky said terrified
“*******, what Vicky!?” barked Shaun
“They say he got murdered” Vicky spoke as she put her hand to mouth
“What…” Shaun replied defeated
“How could you not know? I’m sorry Shaun I need to go know, we’ll speak later “Vicky said instantly. Shaun just stared at Vicky as she got off the bus. It seemed as if a cup of hot soup just got thrown in the face, he put his head on the window and just pondered the whole of the bus journey home. It came to Shaun’s stop and he shuffled his feet off the bus and took off his shoes. They had been abusing him all night, he kicked the small stones as he walked to his gate, he swung the gate open and got his key out and swiftly opened the door twisting the golden door knob. He threw himself on the couch and just looked hesitantly out of the window. He never knew if Vicky was playing some sick joke, but who would want to murder Harry? He was someone very close to him and just couldn’t get over the news. He turned himself over and tried to get himself to sleep but the same thought just couldn’t get out of his head all night.
…to be continued
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