Stuck with You: the perfect feel-good romantic comedy!. Carla Burgess

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СКАЧАТЬ memory of not just looking at the clipping, but kissing it before I went to bed each night. I sniggered at the memory, hot with embarrassment. Teenage hormones had a lot to answer for. I couldn’t ever imagine kissing a photograph of Alex, even when we first met.

      I spent ages looking through the box. Even while I felt embarrassed about it, I still remembered the thrill of collecting the items and secreting them away. I’d stored the heart-shaped cubic zirconia earrings I’d worn to the prom in there too, as though they needed to be preserved in case they contained a little bit of Daniel Moore’s magic. Holding them up to the light, I watched them twinkle in the evening sunlight and giggled, wondering what happened to the dress.

      I’d loved that dress. Pale blue with a strapless, sparkly bodice and a long fishtail skirt. I’d wear it now, if I still had it. I’d worn my hair up, with a few long tendrils around my face. It was a big change, considering I wore black most of the time back then. No wonder Daniel had actually noticed me for once. I rolled over onto my back and read another poem I’d written. My phone beeped with a text from Rachel asking what I was up to. I sent a text back saying I was going through my Daniel box and my phone rang in my hand. She was a fast worker! Laughing, I answered with the first two lines from the poem:

      ‘Oh Daniel, my love, I can’t think of anything but you

      Your long blond hair and your green eyes so true…’

      ‘Well, thank you,’ an amused male voice replied on the other end of the phone. ‘That’s really nice but my hair’s much shorter now.’

      ‘Oh!’ There was a horrified silence as my brain tried to process what had happened. I couldn’t think what to do. Could I just hang up? Pretend I was someone else? Daniel was laughing openly now. I could hear him cackling on the other end of the phone. ‘Oh. Errr. No, that’s… Oh, I was just reading something… in a book… I thought you were Rachel.’

      ‘Oh, okay. I’ll have to borrow that book sometime.’

      ‘I wouldn’t bother. It’s really bad.’ Daniel laughed some more and I started stuffing the poems and photos and drawings back into the box as if he might somehow be able to see through the telephone. ‘What do you want anyway?’ I asked, crossly.

      ‘More poetry?’

      ‘Don’t be silly!’

      ‘Do you read your boyfriend stuff like that?’

      What the hell? Why couldn’t he just leave it alone? ‘I don’t have a boyfriend any more. So no, I don’t.’

      ‘Really? What happened? Did seeing me again make you realise that no other man’s ever going to live up to me?’

      ‘Wow! You really are big-headed, aren’t you?’

      He laughed again. ‘I’m joking. Go on then, tell me what happened.’

      ‘He was seeing someone else.’

      ‘Really? That’s rough, I’m so sorry.’

      For some reason, hearing this from Daniel brought a lump to my throat. ‘Yeah, well, it was pretty much over anyway.’ I stuffed the rest of the papers in the box and rammed on the lid. ‘So, what can I do for you?’

      ‘I was just phoning to tell you my band is playing a gig next Friday, should you wish to come.’

      ‘Oh really? Where?’

      ‘Trafford’s. We’ll be on about ten o’clock.’

      ‘Oh, okay then. Great. I’ll see if Rachel will come with me.’

      ‘Okay, and thanks for the poetry. I was having a crap day but now you’ve cheered me up.’

      My cheeks turned red and I closed my eyes, biting my lip. ‘Goodbye, Daniel.’

      As soon as he rang off, I dialled Rachel’s number. ‘Ohmygod, Rachel. I have just had the most embarrassing phone call of my life and I’m blaming you entirely!’

      ‘Me? Why?’ I could hear her crunching, like she was eating crisps.

      ‘I sent you the text about the Daniel box and then my phone rang and, assuming it was you, I just read out some poetry.’

      ‘Some of your Daniel poetry? Who was on the phone?’

      ‘Only pigging Daniel!’

      ‘Ahahahahaha!’ Rachel screamed with laughter on the other end of the phone and I had to hold the phone away from my ear until she’d finished. ‘What did he say? Did you just make something up like you thought he was Alex?’

      ‘No, because it actually started off with his name, and also it was sooo so bad he would never have believed me. I hate myself so much right now. I want to punch myself.’ I picked up an oak leaf from off my bedspread and looked at it in wonder. I remembered that leaf. I’d made Rachel walk to Daniel’s house with me one evening and I’d collected it from his drive. I must have been insane.

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