Can't Find My Way Home
Chapitre vingt-quatre
The people at the party were just how I expected them to be, looking and staring at my forhead while pretending not to, even though the wound as marginally covered by my fringe which meant they had to focus on my head to see it. Gerard tried to involve me in conversations with people, but I just wasn't feeling it. I had no idea where Mikey was and I didn't dare go within a twenty pace radius of Frank. I was currently standing, like a wall flower next to the bar, one arm folded across me and the other holding my glass of red something or other near my chin. I couldn't help but watch Frank sitting laughing and joking with everyone, and I couldn't help but miss it.
"If I were you, I'd stop looking at my boyfriend you dyke." I pondered. That was new. I turned to look at Celery, wearing a garish blue dress, lashings of what looked like bronze jewelerey and red shoes that contrasted heavily against my simple white dress and long wooden bead necklace. It was obvious she was insecure, the amount of make up she had on, she could have been a total stranger underneath it all. "Nice to see you made an effort, but you look like a gypsy." I bit my tongue, was she really that unaware of how silly she looked.
"If you're going to insult me, you could at least try not to be contradictory, or massively unconcious of yourself." I said simply, I didn't want to get in a fight, everyone was enjoying themselves, it was a nice atmosphere.
"Look, just leave, or I'll give you a reason to get seven more stiches." she snarled.
"What are you going to do? Spray tan me to death?" I went to leave, I needed some air. When I felt her familiarly witchy fingers wrap around my arm, leaving pit marks where she gripped.
"It's obvious you have a thing for Frank, I've seen you watching him all night like a pervert. And I'm just letting you know, he's mine, and nothing you can do will take him away from me."
"I'm married thank you." I said trying to pull my arm away, she gripped tighter and moved closer to me.
"I overheard on the grapevine that your bloke is about to pop his clogs, so when he does, don't come running to Frank."
"Frank knows?" I asked in slight shock.
"No." she smikred maliciously, "You honestly think I'd tell him and give him a reason to pander to your sadness or even to console you? In your dreams. Just go back to little dying boy and butt out of our lives.." she released my arm with a shove in the direction of the door. I wasn't going to argue, or rebute, I simply walked away.
"If I were you, I'd stop looking at my boyfriend you dyke." I pondered. That was new. I turned to look at Celery, wearing a garish blue dress, lashings of what looked like bronze jewelerey and red shoes that contrasted heavily against my simple white dress and long wooden bead necklace. It was obvious she was insecure, the amount of make up she had on, she could have been a total stranger underneath it all. "Nice to see you made an effort, but you look like a gypsy." I bit my tongue, was she really that unaware of how silly she looked.
"If you're going to insult me, you could at least try not to be contradictory, or massively unconcious of yourself." I said simply, I didn't want to get in a fight, everyone was enjoying themselves, it was a nice atmosphere.
"Look, just leave, or I'll give you a reason to get seven more stiches." she snarled.
"What are you going to do? Spray tan me to death?" I went to leave, I needed some air. When I felt her familiarly witchy fingers wrap around my arm, leaving pit marks where she gripped.
"It's obvious you have a thing for Frank, I've seen you watching him all night like a pervert. And I'm just letting you know, he's mine, and nothing you can do will take him away from me."
"I'm married thank you." I said trying to pull my arm away, she gripped tighter and moved closer to me.
"I overheard on the grapevine that your bloke is about to pop his clogs, so when he does, don't come running to Frank."
"Frank knows?" I asked in slight shock.
"No." she smikred maliciously, "You honestly think I'd tell him and give him a reason to pander to your sadness or even to console you? In your dreams. Just go back to little dying boy and butt out of our lives.." she released my arm with a shove in the direction of the door. I wasn't going to argue, or rebute, I simply walked away.