open your heart

chapter four

I had just got home when the phone rang. "I'll take it!" I called from upstairs. After all, my mum would be very suspicious as to why I had a guy phoning me and was gone the whole of the next day. "Hello?" I said, almost before I had the phone to my face. "Hi!" said the very familiar voice on the other end. "OK, so, I've made a plan out for the day, are you coming?" "Wait, I'll go down and just check with my mum so there's nothing I should do tomorrow..." I ran downstairs, thinking up some story to say, "Mum, mum!" "I'm here, in the sitting-room." I began to speak directly as I entered the room..."Mum, it was Bernie, can we go into town tomorrow, please? We're planning to spend the whole day there, and maybe go to the cinema or something.." Luckily, my mum was too busy reading a book to notice how nervous I was, and it never dawned on her that I wasn't telling the thrush. "Yeah, of course you can go to town..." "Thanx," I said and ran back upstairs.

"Hello?" "Yes?" "Ok, I've got nothing to do tomorrow..." "So," Shane begun," here the plan, "Mark has his girlfriend with him over, so we'll all be taking the train up to Sligo tomorrow morning..." "Mmm..." "...and just to reduce the packing we'll leave some of our stuff at Nicky's, then I can go back down in the car and drop you off, collecting our bags at the same time, does that sound alright?" "Yeah, I answered, that will be fine." "So, where do you want to meet up with us tomorrow morning then?" "Ummm... I can meet you at the train-station if you want to...?" "OK," he replied, "the train will leave at 10.30, so be there in time now, OK?" "Yes, of course I will!" "Take care then and I'll see you tomorrow!" "Take care, bye!" And with that we hung up. After phoning my friend to report to her that I was supposed to be out in town with her the following day so she wouldn't phone me, I just had one more phone call to do. There was one person I just had to tell about this to, and we both agreed to keep it secret...

I got up fairly early the next morning, well about half 8 would be considered fairly early seeing as it was on a Sunday! I went around the house, had breakfast took a shower and... there was the hard part, what should I wear? After all, I hadn't got a clue what we should be doing! Sligo, Sligo... it's fairly close to the countryside so... I suddenly realised that I didn't even know just what possibilities there were for what we were doing. So, well, the best thing would be something not-to-dressy/not-too-casual. But what? I finally picked out a new red sweater with black flowers I had got off my mum a few days ago, and a pair of black jeans. I then put a pair of red butterfly hairclips in my hair and... tada, that should be good enough! I deliberately avoided to put on make-up because firstly I never wore make-up going to town with my friend, and secondly I didn't feel like spending the day checking my make-up every 10 minutes! I put on my coat and had a quick look in the mirror before I went out. Did I look OK? What was I really going to do here... spend the day out with my fave band... and as my fave members date as well, God I must be crazy! For a little while, I felt like just forgetting about it, but I couldn't really let this chance slip away, after all, this was what I wanted so much! So, taking a deep breath I went out and closed the door behind me. During the bus journey to the train-station I thought it all over. One minute I'd feel like jumping off the bus at the next stop and go home again, and the next I'd have decided to go all the way. When I finally arrived at the train station at about half 10 I took a sight of relief. I'd never liked bus journeys but this one had probably been the worst in my life! I went inside and looked around, finally finding Shane, Mark and a girl who most definitely was Mark's girlfriend sitting over in a corner. I took a deep breath before slowly walking over in their direction. I was still on the edge of going back home but I couldn't, not now, I was so close to making all I had ever dreamt about reality...

chapter five