Post by Daisy on Mar 20, 2006 6:58:10 GMT 10
I was starting to feel confused. Manuel; M. Martin. It made sense. I had to test those pills tomorrow.
‘How did Margo meet Marcelino?’ I said, veering way off the topic. I knew it, he knew it, but I think he was feeling relieved that I did. I mean I didn’t really want to talk to my best friend (who I haven’t spoken to for years but nevertheless) about him going to gaol any more than he did.
‘There you go again. Analysing everything. But if you really must now,’ he lingered on his last word, watching with satisfaction as my facial expression became more impatient, ‘I met her through Harley, we became friends, just friends, and she “fell in love” with him when she went out with Marcelino, Manuel, Harley and Mitch, who of course I was personally acquainted with. Lucky me, I get the backstabber.’
‘My Mitch?’ I asked, my jaw dropping. He smirked and continued to watch me. I figured; my brother practically screams “backstabber”.
He must have noticed the utter contempt on my face because he said, ‘Oh, he stole my girlfriend. Mina. I didn’t really like that complaining stick anyway.’
If my jaw had fallen off right then and there, I don’t think he would have minded. I found it a bit peculiar that we both thought the same things. I also had a feeling that my family were more involved in this than I first thought.
At first I thought it was just coincidence that Aaron was the suspect but now…I didn’t know what to think. I shrugged and went to my closet. I rummaged around in it until I found a pillow and a blanket. I gave them to Aaron who was still sitting on the couch.
He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
‘I’m not letting you sleep in your car again. Friendship comes first.’
‘I do not,’ he said with a glare, ‘sleep in my car.’ he finished off as he was setting up his new bed. I being halfway to my own bedroom, turned to face him and gave him a tap on the side of my nose. He rolled his eyes and sank back into the couch.
I set my alarm clock to 5:30 and lay down in my bed with a sigh. I could hear Aaron’s faint snoring coming from the hallway and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
***
I woke up, not to the sound of the local radio station on my alarm clock but to a prodding at my foot. At first I thought it was Sunny but when I looked down I saw, not a cat, but Aaron, standing at the foot of my bed. What was he, twelve? Wake me up like a normal person, stick you finger in my ear.
I threw my head back into my pillow and sighed a little swear word. He was starting to get on my nerves.
‘Your alarm clock has been blaring for the past hour.’ he said angrily to my feet.
I knew he was lying as soon as he said that. And it wasn’t just because he was saying it to my feet. I never oversleep my alarm. Or press the snooze button. Nor do sleep through it. I had a feeling he was just trying to find a reason to get into my room because he wasn’t going to get into it any other way.
I looked at my alarm clock. It was 5:10. Nor do I ever set my alarm to such an early time. I am an extremely organised person. Accidentally setting my clock to the wrong time was not part of my agenda. I even checked what time I had set it for.
He was most definitely twelve.
‘How did Margo meet Marcelino?’ I said, veering way off the topic. I knew it, he knew it, but I think he was feeling relieved that I did. I mean I didn’t really want to talk to my best friend (who I haven’t spoken to for years but nevertheless) about him going to gaol any more than he did.
‘There you go again. Analysing everything. But if you really must now,’ he lingered on his last word, watching with satisfaction as my facial expression became more impatient, ‘I met her through Harley, we became friends, just friends, and she “fell in love” with him when she went out with Marcelino, Manuel, Harley and Mitch, who of course I was personally acquainted with. Lucky me, I get the backstabber.’
‘My Mitch?’ I asked, my jaw dropping. He smirked and continued to watch me. I figured; my brother practically screams “backstabber”.
He must have noticed the utter contempt on my face because he said, ‘Oh, he stole my girlfriend. Mina. I didn’t really like that complaining stick anyway.’
If my jaw had fallen off right then and there, I don’t think he would have minded. I found it a bit peculiar that we both thought the same things. I also had a feeling that my family were more involved in this than I first thought.
At first I thought it was just coincidence that Aaron was the suspect but now…I didn’t know what to think. I shrugged and went to my closet. I rummaged around in it until I found a pillow and a blanket. I gave them to Aaron who was still sitting on the couch.
He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
‘I’m not letting you sleep in your car again. Friendship comes first.’
‘I do not,’ he said with a glare, ‘sleep in my car.’ he finished off as he was setting up his new bed. I being halfway to my own bedroom, turned to face him and gave him a tap on the side of my nose. He rolled his eyes and sank back into the couch.
I set my alarm clock to 5:30 and lay down in my bed with a sigh. I could hear Aaron’s faint snoring coming from the hallway and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
***
I woke up, not to the sound of the local radio station on my alarm clock but to a prodding at my foot. At first I thought it was Sunny but when I looked down I saw, not a cat, but Aaron, standing at the foot of my bed. What was he, twelve? Wake me up like a normal person, stick you finger in my ear.
I threw my head back into my pillow and sighed a little swear word. He was starting to get on my nerves.
‘Your alarm clock has been blaring for the past hour.’ he said angrily to my feet.
I knew he was lying as soon as he said that. And it wasn’t just because he was saying it to my feet. I never oversleep my alarm. Or press the snooze button. Nor do sleep through it. I had a feeling he was just trying to find a reason to get into my room because he wasn’t going to get into it any other way.
I looked at my alarm clock. It was 5:10. Nor do I ever set my alarm to such an early time. I am an extremely organised person. Accidentally setting my clock to the wrong time was not part of my agenda. I even checked what time I had set it for.
He was most definitely twelve.