LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Don't You Know I Should Have Stayed in England

                  

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            Our six month anniversary was coming up and I figured we should make it special.

            "Let's go back to Spain." I suggested over breakfast one morning.

            "For what?" She asked before taking a sip of her orange juice.

            "Our anniversary."

            She twisted her nose up in confusion. "Our anniversary's not 'til January."

            "Well yeah, but our six month's in June so we should celebrate."

            "Most people don't celebrate their six month."

            "Well we're not most people, are we?" I reasoned.

            She looked down at her plate and began playing with her scrambled eggs with her fork. "We've already made plans to go to Spain." She said.

            I furrowed my eyebrows puzzled. "What?"

            "The Stone Roses are doing Ibiza Rocks." She said staring right into my eyes. "We rented a villa."

            "Who's we?" I asked. What the fuck was going on?

            "Tom." She replied. "Said you could come too. And Nico. And Andy. And the other Liam. And-"

            "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on! Ya mean you're gonna be the only bird there? In a house full of fucking blokes?"

            She shook her head. "No. Liam and Andy's girlfriends are coming too."

            "What about Tom and Nico's girlfriends?"

            "They don't have any."

            "Why? 'Cuz they're gay?" I asked.

            "No." She said firmly, clearly pissed I even suggested that. "We're just going for the weekend. If you don't wanna come-"

            "Oh believe me, I wanna come."

            And I fucking did. I brought me own friends as well. Steve and them. The perfect people to be the perfect minders which I was sure she needed.

            Since there were so many people going on this holiday, we had to rent another villa. And another van.

            "C'mon, Blue." I said as I took her hand and led her to the one we were riding in.

            "Hang on!" Tom called. "Ya can't ride in that one."

            "Why not?" I asked.

            "Well you can." He replied. "But she can't."

            "What the fuck are you playin' at?" I was getting well pissed off now.

            "It's the 'Over Thirty-Five' van." He smirked.

            Annoyance was starting to boil inside me. If he didn't watch his step, he was well on his way to a leathering.

            "I mean, look!" He nodded at the van her and I were supposed to ride in. All my friends and their birds were in it. And if I was going to ride in it, my bird would too.

            "C'mon, Jules!" Tom said as he grabbed her hand.

            "Hell no!" I said as I grabbed her other hand.