A Wag's Life

1st October 2008:
So this morning when I woke up in my bed, Phil Jagielka’s arm draped around me in his peaceful sleep. I realised something. I have been a bitch. And I don’t mean in a good way either! Although, how you can get bitch to mean a good thing I don’t know.

Anyway, I had been a bitch because I broke him up with Sandra. Well, practically and that was after convincing him to be with her! And not only that, I hurt Fernando badly. I kissed Phil Jagielka and told Phil Jagielka I loved him right in front of Fernando. And that’s a horrible thing to do. So I’ve got to make amends, otherwise I am going to get bad karma.

Almost immediately upon waking up, I got myself ready and I won’t bore you with the details diary of how long it took me to get ready and how much I had to do to get ready. You know my fake tan and make up, my dodgy waxing the usual.

Phil Jagielka rolled over and fell off the bed with a bang at exactly 12:01. I had been getting ready for three hours and one minute exactly. “Are you ok?” I asked Phil Jagielka.
“I’m fine.” He managed to stutter and I then helped him up before handing him his phone. “What’s this for?” He wondered curiously.
“You are going to call Sandra and beg for her forgiveness and get her back.”
“I am, am I?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, what is your plan this time Summer? You came up with a ridiculous outfit to break me up with her, now you want me back with her. I just can’t follow any of it.”
“What plan to break you up with her? You broke up with her off your own back.”
“Never mind.” He sighed. “Where are you off?”
“To make amends.” I grinned.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and win back Fernando… I don’t know if I can watch the train crash of you two again.”
“No, actually I have you know I am just sorting out my karma.”
“Oh, so the only reason you want me to call Sandra is because it’ll give you good karma. It’s not because you love me being with her? Your making up for your plan to break us up?”
“That’s ridiculous Phil Jagielka!” I lie. “I’ve got to go!” And the next thing I know I’m running out of the door.

After getting out of there I went straight to Fernando’s house and knocked on his door. He took ages to answer and as usual these days he answered in these boxer shorts. “Summer, what are you doing here at this time?”
“Don’t you ever get to football training anymore?” I wondered.
“I’m too busy sleeping.”
“Ok, we need to talk.” I state.
“Oh, I think I preferred things when we had the friends with benefits thing going on. I didn’t have you knocking on my door for any other reason but sex then.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t control your feelings. Now we are going to talk.”
“Come in.” He sighed, holding the door open even more.

We walked over to his front room where I sat down on his sofa, leaving fake tan marks there. He looked a little annoyed seeing my orange skin tone come off on the leather, but he can just wipe it off. “So what is it you want?”
“I need to apologise to you and make up for what I did. Even though we’ve moved on, it doesn’t change the fact I hurt you. What can I do to make it up to you Fernando?”
“Nothing Summer, you don’t owe me anything.”
“Fernando…”
“No, you had feelings for someone else, someone else you still have feelings for. I cannot argue with that.”
“Please, I’m a terrible person for what I did. Now let me make it up to you.”
“Summer, please don’t, it’s fine.”
“It’s not fine!” I protested.
“Yes it is, now please stop this nonsense before you upset yourself.”
“Upset me? What’s going on?” I wondered.
“Nothing…”
“No, you have something to tell me. What is it?!”
“I cheated on you!”

The moment those words left his mouth, my very own mouth was hanging open. Fernando cheated on me? When did this happen? I bet it was that ring woman, what was her name? Oh, it doesn’t matter what her name was, but I knew she was a slut when I lay eyes on her. However, despite thinking this, the only word that came out of my mouth was: “When?”
“Remember, the first time I broke up with you, we were at dinner and I told you how I couldn’t defend you in front of my mates anymore. Well, that wasn’t true, I was ok with that. I was, but me and Olalla kept kissing behind your back. I wasn’t even with her, but it just kept happening which was wrong. So in the end I broke up with you that way I’d no longer be cheating on you. The next thing I know were married in Vegas and after that I never kissed Olalla again.”

Tears were in my eyes, of all the relationships I’d ever been in there was always someone that would at the very least kiss someone else. Every single one of my boyfriends kissed or slept with my Sister Winter. Fernando was the one guy that had resisted her charms when she tried everything in her power to get with him. Fernando was my one perfect relationship. One I’d admittedly ruined, but up until that point it was perfect. And now that perfection was tainted. “Are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” I lied. “Your right. Now were even.” I respond and walk out of his home aimlessly and as I leave his house a tear slides down my face.

Eventually I reach my home only to see yep, my Sister in my house. Isn’t it weird when for a moment you think of a person and then they just appear after you forget about them again? Well, she was sitting on my sofa and Phil Jagielka didn’t look best pleased. “Summer, your Sister’s here.” He states.
“So I noticed.” I responded.
“Summer, you never told me you were shacking up with some new hot footballer? Although he’s not as good looking or as rich as the last one he’s not bad.”
“There is nothing going on between Phil Jagielka and I, we just spend a lot of time together.”
“So he’s single?” She asks and at this point she doesn’t even wait for an answer instead she walks over to him and throws her arms around his neck. “I’d certainly like to take you home.”
“No.” Phil Jagielka responds. “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in you Winter.”
“What?! Again?! Yet another footballer not interested in me! Typical. What is so bad about me?”
“Want me to make a list?” I offered.
“Shut up Summer.”
“The truth is Winter, why are you so desperate to get some footballer boyfriend? I was looking for a footballer a long time ago, I tried real hard and it was just because all my friends were with footballers. And now I’m just surrounded by them, it’s not something you’ll necessarily want.”
“That sounds like fun to me. I need someone to pay for my bills, to give me an easier life... So is Fernando about anywhere?”
“Leave him alone.” I warned her.
“No maybe I’ll go and find him.” She grinned before leaving my home. I rolled my eyes.

Always after an easy life that one, I think and suddenly Phil Jagielka walks over to my side. I grinned. “So did you get back with Sandra?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to be with her. That relationship was over a long time ago. And the truth is I want someone else.” Phil Jagielka informed me.
“Really?” I asked, expecting the best possible outcome.
“Yeah, the only problem is though I feel guilty. Guilty because I split this girl up with someone she really loved and if I make a move on her now what if she’s not over that guy? If I make a move now, I’ll feel guilty because after this couple broke up when I do something about my feelings I’m like condoning my actions for breaking them up in the first place.”
“That sounds really complicated.” I laughed.
“But true.” He states.
“However, that couple broke up on their own and since that’s true, if you haven’t acted on your feelings yet then what is there to feel guilty about?” I counteracted.
“Good point.” Phil Jagielka responded and leaned down and pressed his lips to mine for a long, heavenly moment.

My heart was racing, I was glowing I could feel it. It was like the kiss of the century for me. When we pulled away and gazed into each others eyes for this beautiful moment a grin spread across my features. “Well, maybe this girl needs time to decide whether your guilty or not now.” I state and he giggled a little.
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“Right, in the meantime were off to the pub.”
“Yes.” He agrees, so both Phil Jagielka and I walk over to the door, ready to go to the pub, but as we reach for the door handle our hands brush against each others, we look at one another and the next thing I know were throwing our arms around one another. His lips collide with mine in a passionate frenzy and they feel warm and soft. Making me shiver all over despite the heat exploding between us. It was crackling with heat. Eventually we pull away from one another and stifle a little laugh. “Ok, we’ll just pretend that there is nothing going on here for now.” I say.
“Deal.” Phil Jagielka replies. “None of the group can know what’s going on between us until we know ourselves.”
“Exactly.” I nod my head and we make our way to the pub.

Almost immediately upon seeing Fernando and Sami sat down in the pub I blush, knowing that it’s going to be hard to keep mine and Phil Jagielka’s kissing sessions quiet. As I take the seat next to Sami, I think how are they always in the pub? However, this thought soon goes over my head.

Sami almost immediately turns to me. “We had a deal. Now let me touch your boob.”
“Fine.” I sigh and he places a hand on my boob, over my clothes of course and the moment he squeezes a little I slap him across the face. “Ow!” He complains.
“Hey, I said touching, no squeezing.” The next thing I know there’s a girl standing by our table, she also slaps Sami across the face. “I was just about to go home with you, only to see you touching her boob!” She yelled and threw her drink in his face. Sami looks gutted about these actions. “Charlotte, wait!” He calls.
“It’s Charie!” She complains and storms off.

After that Sami shakes his head, takes a sip of his drink and says: “Women.” As he says that I receive a phone call, a really exciting phone call. So exciting that when I put the phone down Phil Jagielka, Fernando and Sami are staring at me. Abbey then walks into the bar and finds a seat. “What’s going on?” She asks.
“She’s agreed to something and were not quite sure what.” Sami responds.
“Well…” I begin. “For the next week I’m going to be a pole dancer.” I state and as those words leave my mouth both Phil Jagielka and Fernando blurt out: “What?!”

However, Sami is the one who acts different, he stares at me for ages and asks: “Does that mean I can put money between your boobs at some point?”
“Umm… Yes.” I said. “I expect you all to support me when I make my return to pole dancer.”
“Oh, we’ll support you alright.” Sami grinned. “I’ll support you more than your most supportive bra does.”
“Good to know.” I say.

The next thing I know Phil Jagielka is protesting against this plan. “You can’t. You can’t do this Summer.”
“Yes I can.”
“Summer, you can’t just be a stripper because you feel like it. There are other factors to think about.”
“Like?” I began.
“Like…” He begins, but doesn’t finish his sentence, so lucky for him Fernando joins in with the defence. “Look Summer, no offence, but pole dancer, not classy.”
“I’m sorry Fernando, you don’t get a say in what I do anymore.”
“Exactly!” Sami agreed. “If you have to take a few layers of clothing off and dance on a pole. No one should stop you.”
“I like your perfume.” Fernando states to Abbey who smiles back at him.
“Thank you it’s Kylie Minogue’s.”
“Well, it smells nice on you.” She blushes for a moment at his words.

Phil Jagielka then looks at me. “Summer, can we talk about this alone?”
“Sure.” I agreed and we both went outside by the wall and we were talking.
“I don’t like you pole dancing.”
“You’ve seen me pole dance before.”
“Yeah, but that was different. There’s something going on between us finally and suddenly you’re going to be showing off your body to a lot of men.”
“It’s not like I’m a prostitute.”
“I know that, I just… I…” And then something must have happened because once again his lips were on mine. His lips were kissing my lips, brushing against them. His arms were folded around my body, keeping me upright and bringing me closer to him. I grasped his face in my hands, wanting his mouth closer to my mouth. I pulled away to get some air when he said: “See, this is the thing I’m talking about.”
“Phil Jagielka, I admit I’ve wanted you for a while now, but this thing going on is just a kissing thing at the moment nothing more. So maybe we should keep it that way during the time I’m pole dancing. And we should keep this kissing thing hidden from everyone.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, it’ll be really cool, imagine how great the idea of getting caught will be. I know what it’s like when Fernando and I did the friends with benefits thing, but this is a bit different.”
“Ok then, maybe. This’ll definitely be pretty cool.”
“Yeah.”
“And just think we’ve already had a mini kissing session here and none of them know.”
“Exactly!”

And the next thing I know, both Phil Jagielka and I are back to kissing one another…

Afterwards we enter the pub yet again and no one even batters an eye lid as to what Phil Jagielka and I have been up to. Sami still wants to know about my new pole dancing career, so he wasn’t noticing anything. However, that’s when Fernando notices something. “Phil, why are your lips so shiny?”
“Chap stick.” He responds quickly.
“You wear chap stick?” Fernando asks shocked.
“Yeah…”
“Your weird.”

Once Fernando stops his questioning both Phil Jagielka and I smile at one another secretly. “Right, Phil Jagielka and I should get going.”
“You haven’t long got here.” Sami states.
“Yeah, we just need to talk and I’ve got to sort my outfit for tomorrow out.”
“Oh, ok.” Fernando says and both Phil Jagielka and I make our way out of the pub as fast as possible, pretending were not doing anything secret. We were like little school kids, desperately trying to keep a secret.

When we reached outside my door we were giggling and laughing before once again falling into one another’s arms having fun kissing each other. As we pulled away this time though Phil Jagielka looked at me seriously. “So this thing… This kissing thing. It means were not going out?”
“Yes.” I admitted.
“Ok… Umm… So we can date other people and still have this thing going on?”
“Yes, but I don’t think it would be fair on those other people.”
“That’s kind of neat.” Phil Jagielka grinned and moved his arms around my neck. I looked at him for a moment and got a little worried. “Does that mean you’re going to start dating Sandra again?”
“No, not at all. She’s not the one I want.” He replied and leaned down, with his lips crushing against mine in the most perfect moment.

In a weird way despite this was supposed to be a strictly kissing thing it felt as though we were a couple anyway…