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The Next Morning
2 ReviewsFalling out of bed, an omlet and a phone call to...
Sorry that I haven't updated for a few days... I’ve only been able to get on the internet at school. and I’ve had school stuff to do, but I’ve now got the chance to make it look like I’m doing work in English lol. I hope you guys like this and don't find my story to boring :D
Donna's P.O.V
Faint grey morning light slipped through the window and fell on my face. I squeezed my eyes tighter closed and pulled the warm doona around the rest of my still sleeping body. I rolled to my right to face away from the light... and hit a soft wall.
"Wha...!" I cried out and rolled the other way in surprise and fell off whatever I was sleeping on. I landed kinda heavily on my back. "Fuck." I cursed as the breath was knocked out of me. What a way to wake up.
I looked up and realised that I had fallen asleep on the couch. I guess that I sat down on it for a minute and just dozed off. But the doona... it was one from the spare bed. Gerard must have chucked it over me, which was kinda sweet of him. And speaking of which...
"What's up?" Gerard asked kind of groggily, walking into the lounge room. he was hastily tying a dressing gown around his body, but not before I could see that all that he was wearing was a pair of boxers. I tried not to look.
"Nothing... I only fell of the couch. oh and thanks by the way." I gestured to the doona which I was sprawled across.
"You’re welcome." Gerard replied, running his hand through his messed up black hair. I must have looked like a bit of a mess too. Crumpled clothes and messed up hair didn't usually look good on anyone, let alone me. Gerard stood a little awkwardly in the door way.
"Uhhh... so, um, seeing we're both awake now, how about breakfast?" I asked. Gerard nodded. "Great." I got up and folded up the doona and carried it back into the spare room. I noted that he had not yet made his bed so I just dumped it in the corner of the room.
I walked back out into the kitchen and fished a few eggs, some shallots, red onion and some milk out of the fridge. "How about an omelette?" I asked Gerard, who was sitting on the bench watching me do my stuff in the kitchen. he nodded.
doing my own thing in the kitchen cleared my mind. I could think of stuff without it being exaggerated by my emotions. usually I listen to music but seeing as I had a guest - Gerard - it would be rude to crank music through my headphones. after 15 minutes of chopping and cooking, our breakfast was done. we sat in silence as we both ate.
Gerard's P.O.V
what better way to wake up in the morning than to hear someone fall off a couch and swear? I heard a thump and Donna cry out and I admit I grew worried. but she was okay (thank god).
it turns out that Donna is a pretty good cook... yeah, her slice was ginger-loaded, but the omelette was good. while she was poking about in the kitchen, she seemed like a different person. Donna was... happier and looked like she was having fun. All the sadness she had hidden in her eyes was gone.
as we were eating, Donna seemed to be lost in thought. I didn't mind the silence... I knew that there was something important for me to do but I can't remember...
"Gerard, yesterday didn't you say something about Frank coming here today?"
Shit. that's what I forgot. How could I forget about Frank? He was one of my best friends...
"I need to call him..." I glanced down at my watch. "now! shit, I should have called him by now!" I shovelled down the last of my food and dumped my plate in the sink. I grabbed my mobile and walked out into the hall and through the front door. I waited for my phone to stop ringing and Frank to pick up.
RING! RING! RING! "Frankie, pick up the goddamn phone..." I muttered to myself.
"Hello?" Frank's tired voice came through the phone.
"Hey Frank... it's Gee." I replied.
"What the fuck took you so long? I'm waiting in an airport in the middle of nowhere and I have no clue where to go now!"
"I'm sorry. here, this is where I am." I started to give Frank directions and which towns to go to. then I hit a mental blank. what fucking town was I in?
"umm.. Ummm..." I said, trying to recall the name of the town I was currently staying in.
"Cobar." Donna appeared at my shoulder and started to give me all the pieces of info I forgot to tell Frank.
"Okay," said frank. "so I hire a car, drive from Nyngan toward Bourke but as I leave town, take the turn left and keep driving til I reach Cobar?"
"Yes!" called Donna into the phone.
"Who was that... never mind. I'll call you once I get to Cobar." and Frank hung up the phone.
"It'll take him an hour to drive here and I’ll give him another half hour to get the car. So he should get here at 12:30... lunch time!" Donna said.
standing here in this town in the middle of nowhere, it gave me comfort to know that the one person I knew well, my best friend, would be with me soon.
Frank's P.O.V
I had been waiting in the airport for 10 minutes before Gerard called me up. it turns out that he was staying in 'Cobar'. Where the fuck is that? I checked Google maps on my phone. Middle of nowhere. Thanks Gee for getting us stuck in the middle of nowhere. And that woman’s voice n the background. Who was it? never mind, I’ll find out who later. now all I had to do is hire a car and drive. It seemed like it would take me at least an hour to get to thingo. well... let's get this over and done with.
YAY! I got Frank into the story! No... there isn't gonna be any Frerard. I wouldn't know who to write it. this is gonna be 'straight only'. and in case any of you guys were wondering, Cobar and Nyngan are REAL towns... trust me, I used to live in Cobar, okay. and it truly is in the middle of nowhere. comment on whatcha think. Ta
Donna's P.O.V
Faint grey morning light slipped through the window and fell on my face. I squeezed my eyes tighter closed and pulled the warm doona around the rest of my still sleeping body. I rolled to my right to face away from the light... and hit a soft wall.
"Wha...!" I cried out and rolled the other way in surprise and fell off whatever I was sleeping on. I landed kinda heavily on my back. "Fuck." I cursed as the breath was knocked out of me. What a way to wake up.
I looked up and realised that I had fallen asleep on the couch. I guess that I sat down on it for a minute and just dozed off. But the doona... it was one from the spare bed. Gerard must have chucked it over me, which was kinda sweet of him. And speaking of which...
"What's up?" Gerard asked kind of groggily, walking into the lounge room. he was hastily tying a dressing gown around his body, but not before I could see that all that he was wearing was a pair of boxers. I tried not to look.
"Nothing... I only fell of the couch. oh and thanks by the way." I gestured to the doona which I was sprawled across.
"You’re welcome." Gerard replied, running his hand through his messed up black hair. I must have looked like a bit of a mess too. Crumpled clothes and messed up hair didn't usually look good on anyone, let alone me. Gerard stood a little awkwardly in the door way.
"Uhhh... so, um, seeing we're both awake now, how about breakfast?" I asked. Gerard nodded. "Great." I got up and folded up the doona and carried it back into the spare room. I noted that he had not yet made his bed so I just dumped it in the corner of the room.
I walked back out into the kitchen and fished a few eggs, some shallots, red onion and some milk out of the fridge. "How about an omelette?" I asked Gerard, who was sitting on the bench watching me do my stuff in the kitchen. he nodded.
doing my own thing in the kitchen cleared my mind. I could think of stuff without it being exaggerated by my emotions. usually I listen to music but seeing as I had a guest - Gerard - it would be rude to crank music through my headphones. after 15 minutes of chopping and cooking, our breakfast was done. we sat in silence as we both ate.
Gerard's P.O.V
what better way to wake up in the morning than to hear someone fall off a couch and swear? I heard a thump and Donna cry out and I admit I grew worried. but she was okay (thank god).
it turns out that Donna is a pretty good cook... yeah, her slice was ginger-loaded, but the omelette was good. while she was poking about in the kitchen, she seemed like a different person. Donna was... happier and looked like she was having fun. All the sadness she had hidden in her eyes was gone.
as we were eating, Donna seemed to be lost in thought. I didn't mind the silence... I knew that there was something important for me to do but I can't remember...
"Gerard, yesterday didn't you say something about Frank coming here today?"
Shit. that's what I forgot. How could I forget about Frank? He was one of my best friends...
"I need to call him..." I glanced down at my watch. "now! shit, I should have called him by now!" I shovelled down the last of my food and dumped my plate in the sink. I grabbed my mobile and walked out into the hall and through the front door. I waited for my phone to stop ringing and Frank to pick up.
RING! RING! RING! "Frankie, pick up the goddamn phone..." I muttered to myself.
"Hello?" Frank's tired voice came through the phone.
"Hey Frank... it's Gee." I replied.
"What the fuck took you so long? I'm waiting in an airport in the middle of nowhere and I have no clue where to go now!"
"I'm sorry. here, this is where I am." I started to give Frank directions and which towns to go to. then I hit a mental blank. what fucking town was I in?
"umm.. Ummm..." I said, trying to recall the name of the town I was currently staying in.
"Cobar." Donna appeared at my shoulder and started to give me all the pieces of info I forgot to tell Frank.
"Okay," said frank. "so I hire a car, drive from Nyngan toward Bourke but as I leave town, take the turn left and keep driving til I reach Cobar?"
"Yes!" called Donna into the phone.
"Who was that... never mind. I'll call you once I get to Cobar." and Frank hung up the phone.
"It'll take him an hour to drive here and I’ll give him another half hour to get the car. So he should get here at 12:30... lunch time!" Donna said.
standing here in this town in the middle of nowhere, it gave me comfort to know that the one person I knew well, my best friend, would be with me soon.
Frank's P.O.V
I had been waiting in the airport for 10 minutes before Gerard called me up. it turns out that he was staying in 'Cobar'. Where the fuck is that? I checked Google maps on my phone. Middle of nowhere. Thanks Gee for getting us stuck in the middle of nowhere. And that woman’s voice n the background. Who was it? never mind, I’ll find out who later. now all I had to do is hire a car and drive. It seemed like it would take me at least an hour to get to thingo. well... let's get this over and done with.
YAY! I got Frank into the story! No... there isn't gonna be any Frerard. I wouldn't know who to write it. this is gonna be 'straight only'. and in case any of you guys were wondering, Cobar and Nyngan are REAL towns... trust me, I used to live in Cobar, okay. and it truly is in the middle of nowhere. comment on whatcha think. Ta
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