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| SOMEONE SOMEWHERE SOON WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU by Enola PART 17 The wedding ceremony was very touching and funny at the same way. The bride’s mother had been weeping from the first moment she saw her daughter Alicia entering the chapel in her wonderful white dress till the moment her husband kissed and hugged her. Now you all move to another room to eat. This room is very big, there are many tables all along the walls so that the centre of the room is empty. In a corner there is a big stage with a lot of instruments: a drum kit, several guitars, electric and acoustic, a bass, bongos, an accordion, trumpets, keyboards, trombones, cymbals…Each table has six seats marked with guests’ names. As James asked Rhys you all can sit at the same: James on your right, Nick on your left, Rachel by his side, while Sean sits between James and Rhian. Before starting eating you show Stella’s photos to Nick and Rachel and they show Molly’s to you. Nick is very kind as he gives you lots of pieces of advice and can’t stop praising Labradors. He says they are extremely caring, bright and friendly. They always feel like playing and playing with them is a great fun. During the meal you talk a lot about sports as well, football and rugby mostly, and he’s very surprised when he knows you like golf too. You tell him that when you were younger you were mad about a Japanese cartoon in which a young boy played golf, so you made yourself a golf club with a stick, then you nailed another small piece of wood to one of its end. You also dug a small hole in your garden so that you could play. He doesn’t believe a word you said and he’s sure you are teasing him as probably James told you that he loves golf, but you swear that everything you said is true. He rebukes James because he didn’t tell him anything about that, but you defend him since you haven’t ever told him that. Nick says that he enjoys playing golf when he doesn’t have to work and suggests playing together sometimes. “Oh it’d be nice!” you exclaim, “but you know, I think I’m a kinda rotten golfer!” He says that’s not a problem at all as you played just for fun. Then smiling he goes on, “Anyway, I’ve noticed that you’re very good at speaking ‘Bradfieldish’!!” “Bradfieldish?” you repeat, “Yeah! Bradfieldish is the language spoken by James…y’know…errm…kindathing…” he grins. You look around and see that all the others are laughing while James is listening to silent and you see there’s a hint of a smile in his face. “You fucking tease!” he snaps jokingly a moment later, “Before today I thought that just he could speak his language, but now I see he has a faithful disciple!” says Nick, “Hey James, you must be proud of her!!” he adds aloud still laughing, “Fuck off Nick! Just fuck off!” James smiles, “Joking apart” you intervene, “I love the way James speaks, I find him very cute!” “Thank you sweetie! At least someone appreciates me!” he says grasping your hand. While you’ve almost finished eating, an orchestra, which comes from Argentina, starts playing some Latin American music. Little by little the centre of the room fills with the guests who start dancing. You all stay seated and keep talking, then, after a bit, you see Hugo coming closer to your table and he stops when he realises you have seen him, so he waves at you and beckons you to go closer. He invites you to dance and you accept as you think that it’s very kind of him to ask you to. You have a great fun at the beginning as you’re quite clumsy while he’s a pretty damn good dancer. Thanks God he’s extremely patient and teaches you some fundamental steps just to avoid treading on his feet!! He’s very nice, he does nothing but pays you a compliment smiling at you all the time: ‘Eres una chica maravillosa’ (You’re a wonderful girl)… ’Nunca he visto una sonrisa más bonita que tuya’ (I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile than yours)… You haven’t understood yet if he’s playing the game and he really likes you or if he’s just playing games with you, so you play along with him as well to find out which his real intentions are. He holds you, rubs your back, brushes your shoulders, fingers your cheeks, whispers in your ear…he makes you feel very good but suddenly… ’Pienso que me estoy enamorando de ti’ (I think I’m falling in love with you) Oh God!! You’re starting being aware of what kind of man he is and you don’t like that at all, ‘Te quiero’ (I want you) NO NO NO!! You knew that! ‘Te quiero Mónica…quiero follarte ahora mismo’ (…I want to fuck you right now) …………………………………………………………… FUCK ME!? You push him abruptly, slap his face hard and snarl, “Qué hijo de puta!” (What a son of a bitch!) Afterwards you quickly leave the room. Perhaps you should be angry, but you aren’t. In fact, thinking about the whole thing again makes you laugh a lot. James immediately joins you. He saw everything and he’s worried. You reassure him saying that’s alright. He wants to know what Hugo told you to make you slap him. You smile at him saying he has to use his imagination, he’s a MAN after all, you don’t need to tell him anything at all!! He invites you to dance, you accept warning him, jokingly, to be careful about what he does and says!! The two of you enter the room again and start dancing. After a while you notice that James is looking around and you think you know very well who he is searching for. “James? I’m here!” “Yeah!” he says glancing at you, “James!! Stop it!” you say turning his face with your hand, “Tell me what he said” “Forget it!” “Tell me…please!” he insists, “Why does it matter?” “’Cos I wanna have a fuckin’ good reason to bash his fuckin’ head in!” You bury your face in his shoulder and start laughing begging him not to think about that anymore reminding him you’re there to have fun but you thank him for caring. Although James doesn’t dance as well as Hugo, he’s very good and you enjoy yourselves a lot dancing together. Sometimes he makes you laugh like mad as he starts moving in a very funny way. Among all the songs played by the orchestra, there are also some Carlos Santana’s songs and pieces. That’s pleases you a lot since you love his music. You especially love two of his pieces, which are called ‘Samba Pa Ti’ and ‘Europa’, but you think that the orchestra won’t play them since they both are slow dances. “Need a drink. Be back in a sec. Fancy something?” James asks “Umm, a lemonade!” “Lemonade? Erm…yeah…okay! Neat?” he jokes. How funny!! You stick your tongue at him again while he goes away laughing. A couple of minutes later he returns with your drinks. “Here’s your neat lemonade!” he says handing you it, “You Jameson and coke?” “Um, not exactly! Coke ‘n’ a drop of Jameson! How’s your lemonade?” “Very good!” While you’re drinking he suddenly takes the glass from off your hand, “Okay, stop now! Don’t want you to get pissed on it!” he smiles. Since he keeps teasing you and you know he enjoys doing it a lot, you hit him on the chest with your hand. As you hit him some coke comes out from his glass and wets his hand. “Fuck!” he exclaims, “It serves you right!” you comment pleased, “If I hadn’t this dress I’d kick you!” “Okay, I’ll stop saying idiocies!” While James is drying his hand the orchestra starts playing a new piece, a piece you know very well, ‘Samba Pa Ti’. You smile at James since you understand he spoke to the musicians when he went to bring your drinks even though he denies he has something to do with that. You know he’s joking. You also know that he did that because he wanted an excuse to have a slow dance with you. He eventually admits that you’re right but you don’t have to dance with him if you don’t want to. Having thought over it for a moment, you say that you have always thought that it’d be great dancing to this song with a handsome guy, so why should you miss such an opportunity? You grasp his hand and you lead him among the other guests who are dancing. He leans his hands on your waist while you lean yours on his shoulders. “Isn’t he great?” you sigh, “Um, yeah, he’s good!” he replies indifferent. Is he just good? Honestly, from James, you did expect a bit more…hang on…a lot more! A while later he goes on mumbling, “Fuck! He’s not good…he’s fuckin’ good…he’s a fuckin’ genius! Fuck!” While you’re dancing he tells you that he’s very surprised by the fact you like Santana, “Apart from him and for being the daughter of a musician, let’s say that your music taste sucks!” “Thank you!” you reply ironically. “You can’t say that Muse, Travis and Radiohead sucks…don’t allow you to say that!” you add (pretending you are) upset, “Anyway, I like Guns ‘n’ Roses and Nirvana too!” you smile cheekily a while later, “That’s not enough! If you liked at least Kylie too…it’d be better!” he grins, “Don’t say her name! Please, don’t say her name!” you grunt, “Don’t understand why you don’t like her…she’s so nice…we worked tog…” “I don’t give a f…” you start angrily, then after a while you calm down, “erm…I don’t care about what you and her did together!” “We did nothing, we just worked” he remarks, “Did I ask anything? No, I didn’t!” Afterwards you beg him to shut up as the musician have started playing ‘Europa’ as well and you want to listen to it. You like this piece even more the previous one because every time you hear it, it’s as if electricity go through your body making you shiver. It’s something that you can’t explain in words, the best thing you can say it’s that this music makes you feel good, really good. “Something like coming!” exclaims James, “Coming? Coming from where?” “Um, nothing” he laughs, “forget it!” After a while of silence you snort, “You men are impossible! You have just that thing in mind! I know very well what you meant a while ago!” “You know what coming means?” he asks as if he was amazed to hear that, “Yes!” “Are you sure?” he smiles, “How can you know that if erm…you’ve neva…erm…” He stops before he can adds anything else. You feel embarrassed, very embarrassed. You don’t mind that he teases you about your likes and you habits, but now he’s overstepping the line. The only thing you’d want to do is kick him or punch him just to take that silly look from off his face. Some moments later, Rachel comes close to you saying that Alicia is going to throw her bouquet and since you’re still single you can’t miss the opportunity to miss it. Although you aren’t interested in that at all, you thank her so she leaves. A while later you tell James you need to go to the toilet. Having left the ladies’, you follow a long corridor and enter the library. As you walk in you see your image in a big mirror in front of the door. You find hard to believe that that girl with that nice short dress and all that make-up is really you. Some moments later you look around and the big painting below the fireplace captures all your attention. It’s an old painting of a woman whose beauty is something mind-blowing. You sit in the sofa just in front of the roaring fire which lights the room and warms your body and stay seated there for several minutes staring at the fire. “Hey? Did you get lost or did you just walk away from the bouquet?” says James from the threshold, then he comes in and sits down close to you. Yeah, you walked away from the bouquet (and from something else too) as, according to you, that’s a very stupid habit. By tradition, who catches the bouquet will get married by the end of the year. It means that if you caught it you should, in two months’ time, meet someone, falling in love with him, sleeping with him and married him!! You know you don’t either have any chance to meet anyone so how can you believe that you could get married by the end of the year? You feel sad and hopeless but you try to hide that as you don’t want James notices it. But in spite of your effort, he catches everything. “Are you okay?” “Yeah!” you whisper after a while looking down at the floor. He raises your head gently and turns it so that he can look at you in the eye, “What’s up?” he breathes looking at you sweetly brushing your cheek. You lower your head again to avoid his eyes but you don’t manage to speak a word. He takes your hand and holds it so you take a deep breath and try to say something. “Why is that so important for men? You seem not to care about anything else” you ask sadly a bit annoyed looking at the floor, “You mean…errrm…sex?” he says softly. You nod. “Dunno. I wish I had a sensible answer, but honestly, dunno what to say! But you don’t have to believe that all men are selfish and insensitive.” Your eyes fill with tears. “Don’t wanna be lonely forever…I was a lonely child and a lonely teenager…don’t wanna be a lonely wo…” “Shh!” He puts his fingers against your lips, “You won’t. I’m sorry for what I said before…it was a really stupid thing to say. Sorry!” “It wasn’t stupid…I am stupid! I shouldn’t have come…I’m spoilin’ everythin’.” you sob out. He puts his arm round your neck and pulls you towards him so that you can rest your head on his shoulder while the other of his hand is still holding yours, “Don’t say that!” he says softly. “You aren’t stupid and you aren’t spoilin’ anythin’. I’m happy you’re here.” Although his words sound so sweet and genuine, you don’t manage to stop your tears which keep flowing from your eyes. But James manages to stop them saying something you wouldn’t ever expect from him: ‘Oh sugar don’t you cry, oh child wipe the tears from your eyes’. These are a couple of lines of a U2 song which is almost unknown by people who aren’t their fans. That’s why you’re amazed to hear him saying them. “I believed you thought U2 suck!” you breathe wiping the tears away, “Yep, kind of!” he giggles. He adds he wanted to say something nice to make up for all the rubbish he had said before. Since he knew you like this song he thought to say those lines, but he doesn’t want you to ask him to go on because he doesn’t know the words, so he asks you to say them. “You know I need you to be strong…and the day is as dark as the night is long…feel like trash you make me feel clean…I’m in the black can’t see or been seen…baby baby baby light my way” “Don’t you feel better now?” he asks leaning gently is hand on your chin and lifting your head up, “Yeah, a bit” you whisper, “Errm…actually, there’s just one thing you spoilt tonight…” he says looking at you in an ambiguous way, “your make-up!” he adds touching the tip of your nose with his index. “Make-up? Shit! I hate that!” You completely forgot about that! For a moment you try to figure your face out with all that eyeliner and mascara over your cheeks. “Don’t worry, you can...erm…make up for it!” he smiles, “Or we can ask Nick to give you a hand…y’know, he’s pretty clever with eyeliner and stuff!” he laughs. You can’t help laughing quietly for a while. “Oh, look! I managed to make you laugh! That’s right what I wanted.” “You manage to do it very well!” you smile genuinely at him. “Even before when we were dancing…you were so funny!” You know he said those things just for joking, just to amused you. He didn’t mean to be either offensive or arrogant. For this reason you want him to know that he doesn’t have to be afraid of the fact he can offend you with his remarks because you like his sense of humour. “Thanks for making me laugh!” You kiss him on the cheek so he takes your hand again, “You’re welcome! Wheneva you need to have a good laugh you know where you can find me!” PART 18 >>> <<<< Enola's stories |