Chapter Five, Part Three

As they walked back into the building, Mina skipped towards the stairs as usual. Becky took one look at the back of Mina’s glossy head, shrugged her shoulders and waited with Louise for the lift. Louise could feel Becky’s tension, and they stood side by side in silence. As the lift doors thudded shut Louise asked,

“Are you ok? You’ve been acting funny since Mina came.”

Becky just nodded her head.

“What was it you wanted to talk to me about?” Louise was scared of Becky’s answer, but she couldn’t stand feeling awkward around her friend.

Becky didn’t answer, she just pushed the button for the ground floor and waited. When the doors opened onto the reception, she grabbed Louise by the hand and led her out of the block. Still holding onto her hand she led Louise down the street and into a nearby park. It was just gone 2pm, and all of the office workers who had spent their lunch break enjoying the mild weather were reluctantly on their way back to work. Becky walked them to a bench in the far corner of the park and sat down. Louise looked at her,

“Are you sure you’re ok?” she asked.

Becky had a look on her face as if she was about to say something terrible.

“Did something happen to you last night?” Becky had let go of Louise’s hand, but suddenly afraid that she might have been attacked, Louise grabbed her hand again and rested it in her lap.

“Oh no, it’s nothing like that,” Becky looked shocked, but she kept hold of Louise’s hand, “I just wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”

“Ok,” Louise was confused.

“I don’t really know how to say this,” Becky paused and looked Louise straight in the eyes. She freed her hand from Louise’s and then placed both hands on Louise’s thighs. Instinctively, Louise placed her hands on top of Becky’s. They sat like that for a second, Louise not knowing what was happening and Becky not knowing what to say. Instead of speaking, Becky leant forwards until Louise’s nose was only an inch away. She put her hand onto Louise’s face, pulling her closer. As they kissed on the park bench, Louise wondered why she didn’t resist. She wondered why she found herself kissing Becky back and why, as Becky tried to pull away, she felt her own hand pulling her back in.

Once again they were sat eye to eye on the park bench. Neither of the girls spoke, both of their heads were spinning.

“I’ve got to go,” Louise said suddenly standing up, “can you tell the others I’ve gone home sick? I’m ok. Mark’s coming tomorrow. Can we talk about this on Monday?”

She walked away from the bench and away from Becky without looking back,

“What on earth is happening to me?” she mumbled under her breath.


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About reneewilkins

I am a twenty-something Londoner who enjoys writing. As well as writing, I enjoy all the usual and unusual things people my age (and those older and younger) enjoy.

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