Chapter 1

Rain droplets pelted against the four-paned window, dark grey angry-looking clouds hovered in the sky above. Below at ground level, coloured umbrellas sprouted in all corners giving life to an already dull atmosphere. She stared out the window observing the scenery before her eyes.

I’m in a different country altogether and what a holiday this has turned out to be. Ireland is beautiful, but I’m reminded so much of home.

Vickie had really looked forward to this trip, it was a sweet sixteenth birthday surprise from her parents. Ireland, being a country she always wanted to visit as a young child, and now all the hype and excitement was nothing more than bitter disappointment.

‘Why can’t things go right for me this once?’

She signed heavily leaning her forehead against the cool glass. From the first day, her family moved from New Zealand to Australia nothing had been going right.

 Making new friends, settling into a new school, it just didn’t work.

 

Knock! Knock!

 

‘Come in,’ said Vickie.

‘Honey, are you ready?’

Her mother; Margaret Pearson pushed the door open and slid her head around the corner.

‘Ready for what exactly?’ Vickie asked remaining seated on her window perch.

‘David suggested we take a walk just in this area near by to see what is on of interest,’ Margaret said, stepping farther into the bedroom and strolling to where her daughter sat. Vickie pondered the idea. They have been in County Sligo for three days since arriving by car from Dublin where they had stayed for a week. Screwing her face upwards, she pointed to the scene outside with her head. Her shoulder length black hair mangled in copper brown highlights smothered over her narrow oval face.

‘In this weather?’ she replied scornfully. Margaret laughed.

‘Come on, Vickie, you can’t stay inside all day. It will do you a world of good to get some fresh air in your lungs.’

‘Don’t you mean get some sun on my head?’ Vick said, smirking at her mother.

‘You know its good for you regardless,’ Margaret added. Vick rolled her chocolate brown eyes and glanced outside again.

‘Yeah, all right sounds good,’ she replied.

‘We will meet you downstairs,’ Margaret said before patting her daughter on the head.

‘Mum!’ Vickie wailed, only for Margaret to smile innocently as she left the room.

‘Great, she still treats me like a baby. Even worse I can’t believe I have to spend my holiday following them around,’ she cursed. Begrudgingly she tore away from the window, picking up the waist-length black denim jacket and matching purse already stuffed with necessities. Upon leaving the room and casually striding down the corridor, a sickening sight confronted her. There, right there in front of her eyes, a young couple not much older and looking very much in love; pinned up against the metal lift doors. They groped each other desperately; there was an obvious drive and need to ‘get it on’ as quickly as possible. Vickie decided to take the stairs; no way did she want to share a lift with them.

 

Reaching the hotel lobby, she spotted her parents seated in the formal lounge. It was a cozy area with a gas-operated open fireplace, short stout mushroom coffee table and rounded out by a creamy-white seven-seat sofa flanked on either side by identical armchairs made from pure cowhide. Vickie approached her parents; her stepfather David Pearson browsed through the business section of the local paper, her mum had a different section of the same paper; she was checking for entertainment and sightseeing attractions.

‘Ok I’m ready,’ she announced. David and Margaret looked up from their reading material.

‘You’ve been very quiet,’ he observed. She nodded giving a shy smile.

‘Yeah it’s just been all so overwhelming.’

They exited the hotel lobby only pausing for a moment as David opened the huge purple Sydney Fish Market umbrella, one of Margaret’s proudest purchases. Huddling close together they casually walked the main sidewalk. A fruit and vegetable cart parked in the centre of the path; the old cart creaked and groaned under the weight. Cardboard boxes overloaded with apples, oranges, mandarins and glad-wrapped watermelons oozed appeal. Vick eyed the pump red apples with glee.

            ‘Vick hurry up,’ called Margaret. She scurried along to catch. They passed a café, the instant waft of brewed coffee with freshly baked muffins stirring their senses.

            ‘We might come back to this one later,’ David said.

            ‘Yes definitely, I’ve already decided what I’ll have to eat,’ Vick remarked.

‘You’re always thinking of food,’ Margaret answered smiling.

‘I’m a growing girl, Mum,’ Vick grinned.

‘Look, Button,’ David said. They stopped in the front window of an Antique store; in the display stood a solid wood six-foot tall grandfather clock with its large white-plated face the numbers decorated by roman numerals. Accompanying the clock a shelf filled with rows of empty silver photo frames and a gold trinket box. Margaret’s eager eyes lit up.

‘Do either of you feel like accompanying me?’ she asked. David, being the dutiful husband nodded but Vick declined.

‘You know looking at antiques is not my scene. However, go right ahead I’ll pop into the newsagent next door,’ she answered.

‘Fine by me we’ll try not to be long,’ Margaret said.

‘By that you know she means give me two hours!’ David chuckled and Vick broke into a grin, Margaret scowled at them. She went into the store David right behind still laughing; Vick made her way to the newsagent but the sounds of thundering footsteps from behind caught her attention. Three teenage girls flew by in a blaze of colour.

‘Run faster Rach otherwise we’ll miss the lads,’ said one of the girls’. They sprinted farther down the street disappearing around the corner. Normally Vick dismissed this as nothing more as girls chasing after young boys their own age; but from the way the girls said it, it made her curios. We’ll miss the lads. She decided to check it out. Knowing her mum’s great passion for antiques, she felt secure in the knowledge they would be preoccupied for the moment. Breaking into a jog she dodged carefully past women with prams, a busker strumming on his guitar and a little old lady dragging her trolley. She dashed around the corner of where the three teenagers disappeared and stopped abruptly. Directly across the road a mass gathering of people ranging from young to old congregated in the local city park. There’s benches splattered all around, a sandbox where a small knit of children played castles and a seesaw swing set. She gazed upon the group of people, they were pressed very tightly in one mass, some of the shorter people opted to stand on tiptoes. Checking both sides of the road for on-coming traffic Vick walked to the park. As she drew closer, the sounds of singing become clear.

She didn’t recognize the tune

The crowd broke into rapturous applause, wolf whistles and screaming from the teenage girls.

‘Thank you, on behalf of my two mates I want to thank each and every one of you for turning up today. We always appreciate local support right here in our own hometown. Once again many thanks and we wish you all a good afternoon,’ Click. Slowly the crowd began to disperse in their separate directions and only several girls lingered they swarmed around the bench occupied by three young men. Vickie slid a bit closer not wanting to look inconspicuous, she overheard the girls gushing all forms of praise and constantly giggling.

‘Oh Shane, you performed so well today,’ gushed one.

‘Kian how are you, darling?’ asked another.

Vickie almost wanted to gag; it was just so sickly sweet. She poked her head through a small gap between two girls to get a better look. Sandwiched between two stocky black speakers and scraggly wiring were the three men. Two of the men had dark brown hair and one with blonde hair. Each one dressed distinctively different styles but she couldn’t quite single out their style from her position.

‘Vickie.’

Margaret placed her hand upon her daughter’s shoulder.

‘Argh!’ Vickie yelped spinning around placing one hand over her heart; all the girls close by backed off and the three men noticed the Asian girl glaring at her mother.

‘Goodness, Mum, did you have to scare me? I was attempting to remain hidden and not draw attention and now look what you’ve done,’ she replied seeing everybody stare. The blonde man leapt off the bench the girls shrieked excitedly, and even reached out to tough him.

‘Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt but I hope you aren’t too worried; we were just talking to a few of our fans. No harm done,’ he explained. Margaret nodded.

‘Yes, I noticed you have quite a following her. My husband and I observed not far away and I must say, we were very impressed,’ she said. The blonde man nodded smiling; he shot a quick glance back to his two mates giving them the thumbs up.

‘These two would probably disagree. They think we still have a lot to work on but I always tell them we’re doing fine,’ he remarked. One of the two dark-haired men pulled one of the girls aside and whispered to her, she nodded and turned to her friends.

‘Come on, girl’s time to leave,’ she replied. Mumbling disappointments they began to disperse and soon leaving just the three men, Vickie, her mother and stepfather as he stepped forwards.

‘From what we heard you are exceptionally talented and sound professional,’ he remarked.

‘Oh thanks, thanks very much.’ One of the dark-haired men replied the second continued packing up; Vick found him rather intriguing.

‘By the way my name’s Kian. These guys here are my best friends Shane and Mark,’ the blonde-haired man, Kian said.

‘Pleasure to meet you, lads. I’m David; this is my wife Margaret and our youngest daughter Vickie. Our eldest Miranda remained in Dublin,’ David said. Shane turned to Mark.

‘Marky, mate, don’t hide in the corner. Leave the packing up for later now come and say hello,’

Mark didn’t look up.

‘Shane if you can’t see my hands are full. Maybe some other time,’ he answered. Vick took a punt and walked over to Mark; he still didn’t look up choosing to carry on with his work.

‘Um…perhaps I can help?’ she asked. Mark’s head, shot up she stepped back a little, the intense look in his fiery blue eyes caught her off guard. He stared at her for a moment, taking in her small oval face, sharp eyes, soft-pursed lips and slim line figure. Though she looked petite, there was something more he found intriguing. The way she stood off to the side, not portraying any self-confidence, head tilted to one side allowing her hair to fall gracefully.

‘Thanks for offering but I can manage,’ he said turning his back.

‘Oh, right Ok,’ she replied walking back to her parents; they were still in conversation with Shane and Kian.

‘Hey,’ called Mark. Vick paused slowly turning round.

‘Yes?’

‘I didn’t catch your name,’

She grinned giving him a wink.

‘I never said my name but my mum did. You obviously were not listening. If you missed it that’s just too bad,’ she answered. He chuckled quietly; she certainly seems like a shy one with a skewed exterior. Shane caught the smile spreading upon his friend’s face. He wondered if his friend was showing a little interest in this girl, Mark hadn’t done much dating these past few months.

‘Lads, I’m wondering since you are locals in the area, maybe you know of any good restaurants to dine,’ David said.

‘Yeah ‘cause mum and David want a romantic getaway from me!’ Vick piped up than dodged her mum’s feeble attempt swatting her head. Shane and Kian swapped glances.

‘Sligo, not being a big suburban city like Dublin means choice is limited. I do know of a place about two blocks away, it is a very traditional Mediterranean restaurant. While alternatively there is the local food,’ Kian explained.

‘Mediterranean sounds good,’ Margaret replied David nodded in agreement.

‘Say you wouldn’t mind showing us where it is? The city’s small compared to what we are used to but the little alleyways and short cuts can be confusing,’ he answered.

‘Sure, not a problem it’s not far so we can walk. If that’s all right with you,’ Shane said.

‘It’s fine we don’t mind right Vickie?’ Margaret asked but Vick didn’t hear a word. She was watching Mark continue his packing not in the least bothered by his surroundings. His muffled brown hair dribbled over the side of his face, hid midnight blue T-shirt was loose as was his baggy green kaki pants clinging just off his hip.

‘Vickie.’ Margaret spoke louder, Vick snapped from her trance.

‘Sorry did you say something? I wasn’t listening,’ she replied her face sheepish.

‘These nice fine young men will show us to the restaurant when they’re finished,’ explained David nodding to Shane, Kian and Mark. They hurriedly packed the speakers, microphones and remaining equipment into Kian’s car.

‘Oh, yeah good so at least your dinner is settled,’ Vick answered distracted again. Her eyes flicked over to Mark only to find he was staring back and her heart jolted.

‘You know, if Vickie’s parents are having this dinner alone it means she’ll be on her own at the hotel.’ Shane said he nudged Mark playfully; he drew his eyes away glaring at his mate.

‘Yes it does, so what? It has nothing to do with us. We’re just helping her parents find a place to eat.’

Kian shook his head, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

‘We’re not talking about Vickie’s parents, far from it in fact. Now we were pointing to the opportunity for you to get to know this girl,’ he said, an alarmed look crossed Mark’s face.

‘Please tell me you are kidding. I am no way interested; I don’t know her for goodness sake. You two are jumping the gun all over again when I’ve told you numerous times I’m fine staying away from the dating thing at the moment,’ he answered; slamming the boot shut Kian pressed the automatic lock.

‘At least, think about it Marky. By blind luck, a chance has opened for you so take a punt and see where it leads. Who knows what the outcome might be. You won’t know unless you give it a try,’ Shane added.

‘Ok, ok fine, I give up,’ Said Mark his two mates clapped him on the back.

‘Go get her mate.’

Before he could protest, they bounded off joining Margaret and David at the head of the group leading the way down the street, and left Mark and Vickie to keep pace. They followed the path away from the park; through a row of small village shops housed under one roof. A florist, candy store, barbers, bakery and baby boutiques. Vick shuffled on her feet racking her brain for something to start up a conversation.

‘So, you guys must really enjoy performing for the crowds,’ Yeah, great comment Vick. It was obvious. Duh!

Mark shrugged.

‘It is enjoyable to get up and perform but at times it can be awkward. Singing is one of your favorite past times. Whenever we get the chance we’ll get together and have a sing, sometimes in public or private,’ he said; Shane overheard every drop a smile inched onto his lips.

 ‘Where are you from?’ inquired Mark curiously. Vickie had retained a lot of her New Zealand accent since being brought up in Auckland since her early childhood, now since living Australia she would began to develop some of the Aussie twinge in her speech. She gazed up into his face taking in his pinkish rosy cheeks, sultry lips and semi-fair skin. Standing at around five-foot and eleven inches she felt quite intimidated, she only being a mere five-foot and six inches.

‘Well I was born in Singapore but grew up in New Zealand and now permanently living in Australia. Sydney to be specific and I’m still adjusting to the place. Very vibrant city everything is always on the go constantly.’ She explained now beginning to relax.

‘How do you like it so far?’ He asked.

‘Not bad pretty nice place. Only been there seven months in total so I can’t say I ecstatically love it or hate it just ok for now,’ she replied. Mark nodded the silence returning but when he looked upfront, he noticed Shane giving him the thumbs up sign.

 

 ‘Here we are!’ Kian announced a while later. They had rounded a corner and stopped in the front window of the restaurant Hopper Worth.  Dim lightning from overhanging chandeliers, tables were set elegantly with a single rose vase in the center companied by candles. Very romantic atmosphere.

‘Lets make our booking,’ said Margaret she pushed open the door David followed leaving Shane, Kian, Mark and Vickie waiting on the sidewalk. Kian turned to face Vickie.

‘Not worried staying alone at the hotel?’ he asked she smiled shaking her head.

‘No I’m more than capable on my own. Mum and David deserve to spend quality time together.’ She answered. Shane nudged Mark discreetly.

‘What are you waiting for Marky? Ask her out or offer to keep company.’ He remarked. Mark stared at him not in the least impressed.

‘Whatever Shay you once again jump the gun. Too many ideas going on that head of yours mate.’ He said pushing his friend away.

‘Oh really? We’ll see soon enough,’ Shane answered; the door opened again Margaret and David emerged looking more than satisfied.

‘Ah I see from your expression the reservations have been set.’ Vick teased her mother smiled before remembering she would be alone at the hotel.

‘Right I think it’s time we head off, thank you so much for your help lads we appreciate it.’ Said David shaking their hands in turn.

‘Not a problem sir it’s our pleasure but if you want we can accompany you back to your hotel,’ Kian added Mark almost wanted to gag. David and Margaret exchanged looks they thought it a good idea and agreed. Kian and David leading the way Shane and Margaret a step behind with Mark and Vickie last to follow. Margaret turned to Shane.

‘I was wondering if one of you wouldn’t mind staying with Vickie while we’re at dinner. She always wants to act a grown up when left alone but in a different country I just worry,’ she said. Shane wanted to burst into laughter at her suggestion this may just work out perfectly for Mark but Shay didn’t want to appear over eager. He burrowed his brow deep in thought. Tonight his parents wanted him at work and most likely Kian’s working too so Mark seemed like the logical choice.

‘Let me ask Mark,’ He said and dropped a step behind to Mark and Vickie they looked at Shane.

‘Something you want Shay?’ He quizzed; Shane took him to one side.

‘You up for doing a favor?’ He asked.

‘Like what exactly?’ Mark sensed there was a catch to this favor.

‘Vick’s mum asked me if one of us can keep stay with Vick while they’re at dinner. I’m out for work reasons and so is Kian so I thought of you,’ Shane replied; Mark pressed his lips together tightly his eyes swept over to Vickie as she laughed along to Kian’s joke.

“Fine I’ll do it.’ He agreed, smiling smugly Shane went to tell Margaret and a relieved look appeared on her face. She turned to mouth ‘thank you’ in which Mark nodded in return.

 

Arriving at the front steps of Casseden hotel David made his excuses and went in.

‘Well then I guess we might see you lads around sometime,’ Vick remarked trying to hide her disappointment, unknown to her Shane and Margaret were smiling and even Mark had a hint of an impish grin.

‘Yeah so nice meeting you all I’d better go in. Bye!’ Vickie replied with a quick wave she ran up the front steps and inside. Margaret faced Mark.

‘Just come by at 7pm we’re staying on the third floor. Vickie’s room is next door to ours rooms 310 and 311.’ She said.

“Sure I’ll be here,’ Mark agreed he avoided Kian’s open-mouthed look.

 

**

 

            ‘You did what?’ exclaimed Vickie with utter shock.

            ‘Calm down honey. Besides I thought if would be good for you to have some one around.’ Margaret replied fastening her seashell necklace on.

            ‘Yeah but… but I hardly know this guy,’ Vick said. In addition, you didn’t even ask how I would feel about it she added silently in her mind.

            ‘Oh don’t be silly. The two of you looked to be getting along well earlier this afternoon,’ Margaret said as she fixed her hair. Vickie rolled her eyes.

            ‘As if. We barely had a full-fledged conversation. He asked questions I answered all simple and straight forward.’

            She sat on the double bed in a pair of black bike short and white t-shirt, her arms and legs folded crossly.

            Knock! Knock

“That’ll be Mark. Go on and answer,”
            Margaret urged her daughter towards the door. Taking a deep breath Vick reached for the knob and opened the door. The sight of Mark nearly made her jaw drop. He just looked so gorgeous, wearing a baby blue polo shirt underneath a suede brown leather jacket cropped off with black jeans. His hair now sporting a cool spiked up style. Swallowing hard she dragged her eyes away so as not to stare, but it was hard not to. She had not seen a man looking so fine. Quickly she regained her composure.

            ‘Hi come on in. My mum is about to leave,” she said. Mark smiled warmly at her and walked in seeing Vickie’s mum.

            ‘Oh hello Mark. Thank you so much for doing this favor.’ Margaret replied.

            ‘Hey, don’t mention it.” He said. Margaret stood up and glanced at her daughter, seeing the playful smile on her face.

            ‘How do I look?’

            ‘Fine, nah I’m kidding you look great, now go and enjoy your dinner,’ Vick answered still smiling brightly.

            ‘Thank you; now don’t stay up too late. It may be our holiday, but it’s not nice to spend half of it asleep,’ Margaret said. Mark tried rather un-successfully not to crack up laughing, and had to look away so the older woman couldn’t see.

            ‘Well have fun. We’ll try not to take long,’ Margaret smiled and kissed her daughter on her head and strolled out the door.

            ‘All right.’ said Vickie walking past Mark and settling herself down on the spacious double bed.

            ‘What should we do? Maybe go downstairs and have a game of pool. Or we can just stay here and watch some movies,’

            Mark shrugged as he sat down beside her, he kept his eyes straight ahead not wanting to stare incase she felt uncomfortable.

            ‘Don’t know about you but I’m rather hungry.’

            ‘No problem,” grinned Vickie as she leaned over to the bedside table, picking up the phone and dialing room service. While the young sixteen year old talked on the phone, Mark let his gaze roam. He noticed a couple of framed photos sitting on the dressing table. From where he sat, he couldn’t quite see the photos properly, but had no time to ponder when Vickie put the phone down.

            ‘The food should be here soon enough. I was actually quite surprised when the guy told me it wouldn’t take them very long to get it all prepared,’ she said.

            ‘Yeah well this hotel is quite popular, and over the years the service has really has been out standing,” agreed Mark. Vick got up off the bed and went to use the bathroom, and while she was gone, Mark thought of why Shane insisted he did this tonight. Mark was so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t heard the bathroom door open and Vickie stepped out.

            ‘What was the name of the song you guys were singing earlier?’ she asked. Mark snapped out of his little trance just in time to catch the question.

            ‘That one was Bryan Adams song ‘Everything I do, I do it for you.’ and the one we did before is ‘If tomorrow never comes’ I quite like that one myself,’ he answered.

            ‘Oh I see. Must be a great song,’ she said walking back and sitting down.

            ‘Yup. Would you like to hear a bit of it?’ Mark offered.

            ‘Sure,’

             He cleared his throat a little and begun.

“Will she know how much I love her? I tried everyday to show just how much she means. No matter what, she will always be number one. One day she may have to face the world alone. But I know in my heart our love will carry us through even if tomorrow never comes,”

 

            Vickie was left speechless, her mind blank as she scrambled for the right words. She not only loved the song but his voice as well.

            ‘Honestly that was just great. I don’t think I’ve heard a better song,’ Vic answered still in awe. He nodded with a bright smile.

            ‘Thanks.’

        Knock, Knock

            ‘Room service!’ a voice called through the door.

            ‘On my way,’ Vickie called back she leapt of the bed turning to him.

            ‘I meant what I said, it is a great song and I haven’t heard it sung any better.’ She added Mark smiled beginning to feel overwhelmed at her praise. She bounced over toe door swinging it open and stepping aside as two bellhops dressed in the hotel’s red uniform pushed food trolleys into the room; both covered with a large sterling silver cap.

            ‘Enjoy your meal.’ One bellhop said he did a polite bow and strode from the room his companion followed suit. Alone in the room, once again Mark resumed their conversation.

            ‘Shane’s mum did suggest we put a CD together and send it off, she’s actually got a friend who works in the music industry and says he might be able to help us out,’

            Vickie lifted the cap and immediately their noses inhaled sweet potatoes, juicy plump steak and seasoned chips. She handed him one set of utensils and took the other.

            ‘Give me a hand?’ she asked. Mark didn’t need to be asked twice he picked up the platter of steak and chips moving it from the trolley onto the rectangular pine oak coffee table by the window. Pulling up a spare chair he took his seat, Vickie took hers on the windowsill, and hungrily they tucked into their meal.

            ‘Oh forgot about drinks.’ She added and went to the mini fridge located in the cupboard below the TV.

            ‘What would you like? We have soft drinks, beer, wine even vodka.’

            ‘Just a coke will do me thanks,’ Mark replied. Vickie grabbed two bottles of coke from the fridge and returned to the table.

            ‘If Shane’s mum knows this friend then why not go for it? You don’t have anything to lose but everything to gain. Chase your passion,’ she said.

            ‘Yeah we might we have talked about it a few times but never come to a final decision, we will wait and see.’ He answered.

**

            As the evening wore on, Mark and Vickie really began to warm up to one another. Their conversations flowed freely and the topics varied. Exhausted from all the day’s events they had fallen asleep. However, just before drifting off their private thoughts mirrored their feelings.

 

            Vickie:

I can’t believe what a wonderful day this has turned out to be. Mum, David and I have only been in Sligo for a short time and look! I’ve met three wonderful guys; Mark being such great company too.

 

            Mark

 For once, I don’t have a girl coming after the lads or me just because we were part of a performance. Nevertheless, there is jus something Vickie… I don’t know what it is.

 

            Margaret eased the bedroom open and peered inside and the vision greeting her brought a smile to her face. She tiptoed to the side of the bed where Mark slept she gently shook him awake.

            ‘Whose there?’ He mumbled, blurry-eyed he saw the shadow leaning over him.

            ‘Mark we are back now so you can go,’ said Margaret, Mark recognized her voice and relaxed.

            ‘Ok I’m on my way.’ He replied. Margaret left the two teenagers alone; Mark never heard the door close he remained motionless on the bed, hands resting behind his head. He didn’t feel right to just up and leave without a proper goodbye. After the time he and Vickie spent earlier he had really taken to her, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and tell the facts and didn’t see him as a lust object. He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing her again if time permitted. Sat up right, Mark opened the drawer of the bedside table he grabbed the notepad and pen and scribbled down a quick note. He left the piece of paper on the pillow, picked up his jacket, crept towards the door but as he pulled it open, he took a last look at the bed at Vickie; she remained asleep unaware of his absence, a painful tug in his heart throbbed before he pushed its feeling away and stepped out the door.

 

Chapter 2

            Vickie opened one eye just enough to see the morning sun poke through the curtains.

            ‘Mmmm,’ she mumbled turned away from the window. Her left hand made contact with the neighboring pillow scrunching the piece of the paper.

            ‘ What the-?’ She reached over and cautiously unfolded the paper and begun reading.

 

Vickie,

Well your parents are back now so I’m going to go. I just want to say, we did have a good time. I hope that we will see a bit of one another, speak to you soon.

~Mark~

Ps-You can contact me on my mobile number below

 

            Vickie could hardly believe her eyes. She stared at the note for quite some time, before a knock at the door broke her thoughts; Margaret slid her head through from the adjourning bedroom.

            ‘Oh good you’re awake. There’s breakfast in our room when you’re ready,’ she said.

            ‘Alright thanks,’ answered Vic still in a daze.

            Honey, is everything ok?”

Margaret’s forehead creased, the ever-slightest sign of old age appearing.

            “Yep, everything is just fine. Or at least it can’t be better,” Vickie said showing her mum the note. Margaret read over it, her eyes wide.

            ‘Oh my. This is a surprise. Looks to me as though Mark has taken an immediately liking to you,’ she replied.

            ‘I know! What am I going to do?’ asked Vickie.

“What are you talking about?”

“He is a nice man, charming and funny but I’ve never been in this sort of situation before. I won’t have any idea about what to do if I do see him again,” she said starting to get nervous. Margaret saw the confused expression in her

“Vickie, what you do think of Mark? It is important to know exactly how you feel,” she said. Vickie bit down on her bottom lip. She felt good about Mark; the feeling of not putting up a facade no matter who is around is what counted. From the way, they chatted easily left her without a doubt and a warm fuzzy feeling. Am I falling for him? No! Don’t be silly. It’s not possible. I only met him yesterday less then 24 hours!

            ‘I’m not sure mum. Mark is a good guy and last night it was as though… though… we weren’t even strangers. But it’s nothing really unusual for me because I always feel like this way with most guys,’ she answered.

            ‘Yes but those times were different,’ Margaret said.

            ‘What do you mean?’

“Vickie, you’re a big girl now so you know how to judge what you feel. The reason I think this situation is different is because I saw the interaction going on between the two of you. To me it looked a lot more then a simple crush.’ Margaret replied and Vickie’s eyes lit up like logs of fire.

            ‘You’re right.’ She remarked. Margaret nodded and stood up handing the note back.

            ‘I must admit that I’m a little concerned but it’s your choice. Now, get dressed and come to breakfast.’

            She left the room and Vickie remained behind listening to the silence.

 

Shane’s house

            Kian, Mark, Derek, Graham, Shane & Michael crowded in the living room watching a soccer replay on TV.

‘Had a nice night Mark?’ inquired Kian.

            ‘Yup it was fine,” Mark, answered not taking his eyes off the TV screen. Michael, Derek & Graham swapped curious looks wondering what is going on. Shane saw the looks on the three lads and proceeds to explain.

            ‘After the three of you left, Mark, Kian and I hung around and just started singing. Before we knew, it lots of people gathered around to watch, and by the end, they all came up and spoke with us. This woman came along with her husband and daughter Vickie.’ He explained.

            ‘Nice girl too,’ Kian chipped in. Mark listened, but soon his mind sidetracked as he thought about Vickie, and the suggestion she brought up.

            ‘How old is she?’ asked Derek. Kian & Shane looked at one another then to Mark.

            ‘16,’ he answered. The other lads glanced at each other.

            ‘Maybe if you guys had the chance to get to know her then you’d see what she’s like,’ Mark added.

            ‘Oh. So the signs are looking very ominous,” Graham replied with a sly grin; luckily, Mark never heard as the shrill ring of his mobile broke the noise from the TV.

        Ring, ring! Ring, ring!

 

        He felt all eyes on him as he checked the screen, a local number not in his contact list showed up.

            ‘Hello?’

Silence. On her end, Vickie inhaled a deep breath.

            ‘Hi Mark,” she said. The smile came to his face immediately and the lads figured it was the girl; they returned their gazes to the TV but eavesdropped on the conversation.

            ‘Hi Vick good to hear from you, did you sleep well?’ he asked.

            ‘Yeah, I did thanks. I thought I’d call to say thank you. Anyhow, Mum and David are going out for the day. So… so… um… maybe we could catch up,’ Vickie replied. Mark felt an excited chill run through his body. Shane, Graham, Mike, Kian & Derek knew something was up.

            ‘Sounds like a good idea. I’ll ask the lads if they want to come round later in the morning,’ Mark said. Vickie let out a sigh of relief, she was nervous he would say no.

            ‘Ok I’ll see you later then,’

            ‘Yep bye,’

            They hung up and Vickie went off to her parents for breakfast unable to wipe the big smile on her face.

            ‘So I see what’s going on now,’ Michael said teasingly. Mark shock his head almost wanting to burst out laughing as he leaned back in his chair.

            ‘Don’t get your hopes up lads. I have no intensions. Remember this is Vick’s birthday holiday so just let everything be,” he added. It all settled down and they continued to watch the football game.

 

            ‘Are you sure you don’t want to come?’ David asked. Vickie rolled her eyes and nodded.

            ‘I’m positive. You and mum should go and do the drive. While I’ve got the chance I would really love to get to know Mark and his friends,” she answered. With a shrug, Margaret & David bid farewell to Vickie and left the room. Once they were gone, Vickie leaned back against the chair and let out a sigh.  This is unbelievable. We haven’t been here long, and the first thing I want to do is hang out with a group of boys. She knew she couldn’t help thinking of Mark, his blue eyes. Along with his soft spoken Irish accent, the quiet personality deep down. After a while, Vickie sat up in the chair and wandered across the room to her bags. She dug around until she found her personal diary. Settling comfortably on the bed, she opened the book and wrote down the date, and chewed thoughtfully before starting to write down her thoughts.

 

            ‘I’m really worried about Vickie,” said Margaret.

            ‘Why? She is a big girl,” replied David he squinted at the road sign ahead.

            ‘Well,’ Margaret paused, ‘she is still young with a whole life ahead of her; I think she feels she must be like her friends. Quite a few already have or had boyfriends by her age and she may feel she left behind. I fear it’s too soon for her to get involved,’ she explained.

            ‘Relax button, I doubt Vickie will think so far ahead.’ David said.

            ‘I know, I know its just-‘Margaret didn’t complete her sentence her eyes glistened over as a memory came back.

 

‘Mum, you don’t understand!’ Vickie cried.

‘Honey why are you getting so worked up? Just because your friends have boyfriends now does not mean you need to join them, they matured a lot sooner. It is ok, I’m sure they don’t think any less of you,’ Margaret replied. Vickie shook her head.

‘No, no that is not the point. You have no idea how it feels to go out with all of them. Having to see them so happy and ‘in love’. It has nothing to do with being part of the in-crowd I just. I just hate not knowing what it is like, to share that love with somebody other then family and friends,’ Vickie said, she stared at the photograph in hand, and in a moment of rage she threw it against the wall. Watching as the wood splintered and the glass shattered to pieces.

 

Shane’s house

            Mark looked around at his friends they continued to lounge around not interested in anything else but the football match.

            ‘Lads?’

            ‘What?’ asked Graham he was the only one to respond.

            ‘I was just thinking if anyone of you want to come with me to the hotel? She did mention that we catch up for a bit.’ Mark said and this time Kian and Shane’s ears pricked up. Their eyes shifted from the TV to focus on Mark.

‘We might pop around later if we’re up for it but why don’t you go ahead first, spend a little quality time alone,’ Shane answered a smile slowly spreading across his lips Mark narrowed his eyes at Shane he didn’t like that look. Noticing the other lads becoming curious Mark decided against commenting and left them alone as he headed out to his car. Derek faced Shane.

            ‘You got a plan or something?’ he asked.

            ‘You bet I do. From the moment Vickie and her parents saw us yesterday I could instantly tell Mark was interested. Hopefully he can do most of the work on his own but a little help won’t do any harm,’ Shane remarked, Kian laughed at him.

            ‘Trust you to try and set him up Shay. Besides he’s only just met the girl I doubt we will see any sparks fly.’

Shane smirked back.

            ‘Trust me Egan; I have a strong feeling I am not wrong this time around. All that rubbish with Haley is in the past and Mark can start fresh.’ He said.

Mark thought about what Shane had said earlier, and although a part of him preferred his friend to be wrong, the flipside he completely agreed with Shane’s sentiments. Damn, I hate it when Shane is right!  He quietly cursed. Still even Mark had to admit to himself that he had taken a liking to Vickie, and so soon it was very un-like him. Yet here he was less than 24 hours later back at the hotel and back to her, just more in a friend type way. He found a free parking space at the front of hotel and sat in the car for second.

            ‘All right here we go.’ He mumbled hoping out of the car ensuring it’s locked, and then skipped the front steps two at a time. A young blonde-haired woman about his age, wearing a black sleeveless V-neck T-shirt and matching short denim skirt with half slits on the sides, carrying a tray of empty beer glasses swept past him and only stopped for a half second to glance his way giving him the once over glance. Mark blinked, he recognized her from somewhere but he thought nothing of it and carried on to the lifts. Luckily, one arrived and he strolled in and pressed the button for the fifth floor. He watched as each number passed, as he thought of what to say when he arrived. Ting! The lift stopped and the doors glided open. Mark stepped out, turned immediately to the right, and found her room. 509. He let out a deep breath and knocked.

            ‘Just one minute!’ Vickie called out followed by some shuffling noises. Mark continued to wait he shook his hands as a numb tingling crept through his veins. The room door opened with a flourish.

            ‘Hi.’

            ‘Hi’

Their eyes had met only for that brief moment in their greeting then shifted away as silence took over.

            ‘So.’ Mark began, as he absently rubbed the back of his hand.

            ‘Yeah, oh you can come in you know. Don’t stand out there,’ replied Vickie she moved aside allowing him to come in.

            ‘Thanks, so you said your parents went out for the day,’ he remarked walking into the room and she closed the door.

            ‘Yep they did, it’s their common thing to do, go shopping or just sight seeing. A lot of the time, they drag me everywhere, but this time I sweet-talked them out of that idea.’ She answered kneeling beside the half-open backpack and stuffed the remaining items inside. Closing up the bag, she felt him staring, and when she had a look, she was right.

            ‘What? Do I have something on my butt?’ she asked trying to lighten the mood he broke from his daze.

            ‘Oh, no, no I’m sorry I was just thinking.’ He said a little embarrassed. She smiled softly and dropped the backpack into the corner beside the bed.

            ‘So anything in particular did you want to do? There are some facilities available that we could put to use here,’ Vickie remarked.

            ‘Well how about a game of pool?’ he asked. She smiled nodding her head.

‘Sounds like a great idea I’m definitely up for it. Although I must tell you I play against my sister a fair bit so I’m not an easy beat,’ she answered.

            ‘All right then well neither will I.’ He said with a smile they grinned at each other.

            ‘I just need to use the bathroom first,’

            ‘Yeah, sure I’ll wait outside.’

Once Vickie was ready she joined Mark in the hallway and locked the room door then patted her jacket pocket to ensure the room key, her phone and wallet were there. They set off down the hallway to the lifts.

            ‘How are Shane and Kian?’ she asked.

‘They’re good, at the moment they, and a few of our friends are watching a football match on TV.’ Mark said just as the lift arrived. When the doors glided open, they saw a young couple inside probably around their age and definitely looking all loved up. For just a brief moment Vickie couldn’t help but wonder if they were the same couple she saw yesterday. When the lift stopped at the lobby, the four occupants got out.

            ‘I think it is this way, just bare with me as my memory isn’t too good.’ She grinned, walked down a corridor just to the left of the lifts, its narrow cream coloured walls adorned with landscape paintings of the city. As they reached, the end of the corridor there was a large tinted glass pane over looking the back garden. Mark saw a figure standing admiring the flowerbed full of roses and tulips.

            ‘Just hold on a second.’ He remarked. Vickie stopped and looked out the window and the blonde Mark saw earlier was there.

            ‘Who is she? A girlfriend?’ she asked, timidly.

            ‘A girlfriend, yes but not mine. She went out with Shane and Kian at the same time but they had no idea, and when they did found out it almost ruined their friendship. In the end though she was the one to suffer, a double heart break.’ Mark replied his eyes narrowed when the blonde woman engaged in a conversation with a passing male. Mark turned away and strolled down the adjourning corridor where a sign pointed: ‘Billiards room’. Vickie scurried along to catch up but she couldn’t help but wonder if he had a girlfriend. Should I ask? I don’t want him to think I’m nosy. She thought. A wide set of double doors came to their view with a white plaque that said; ‘Play time available here’. Laughing erupted from inside of the room; Mark put his ear to the door.

            ‘Maybe we should knock?’ Vickie asked he shook his head.

            ‘I have a better idea,’ he smiled reaching for the doorknob easing it open just enough for him and Vickie to look in. There were three occupants, one girl and two young men.

            ‘Oi! What do you want?’ demanded one of the guys’ he had dirty blonde hair and glasses. He strolled towards the door; there is an ounce of arrogance in his walk.

            ‘Well, I wanted to know if you are finished as we’d like a game of pool.’ Replied Mark straightening up and standing eye level with the guy. For a few seconds the guy made no reply his eyes moving from Mark to Vickie then back to Mark. Sensing no threat the guy stepped aside.

            ‘Come in.’

Mark and Vickie stepped through the door closed.

‘Oh look we have company.’ Cooed the girl she strolled over to the two visitors. She had curly shoulder length red hair, and her dressing was similar to the blonde girl outside.

            ‘Hi, my name’s Amanda and those two are John and Bradley.’ She remarked.

            ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Mark and this is Vickie,’ Mark answered, Amanda nodded but her eyes never left Mark. The guy named John cleared his throat catching Amanda’s attention. She spun on her heel and returned to his side he kissed her. Bradley faced Mark and held up his cue stick.

            ‘All right, then so do you fancy a game?’ he asked.

            ‘Yeah, sure I’m game but just one condition.’ Mark answered.

            ‘Shoot.’ John said.

            ‘We make it two on two.’

John and Bradley sniggered.

            ‘Just who is going to be your playing partner?’ Asked Amanda.

            ‘Me.’ Vickie spoke up she walked to the far end of the wall where the rest of the cue sticks were lined up and selected a cue. John and Bradley laughed they couldn’t believe it. Mark frowned and Vickie turned around to glare.

            ‘Find it funny now but we will see who gets the last laugh.’ She said. Amanda started arranging the cue balls.

            ‘Game on,’ said Mark.

John took the liberty of the first shot, none of the balls sunk but he managed to disperse the balls in all directions. Mark had his go and sunk the 2-ball but missed on his second. Bradley went next and nailed the 9-ball but missed on his second attempt. Now everyone watched as Vickie moved up for her shot.

            ‘Don’t be in a hurry now little one. We know it can tough for a girl,’ John remarked, a devilish grin crossing his lips. Vickie made no comment as she scanned the table surveying her best option. Glancing up her gaze met with Mark’s he smiled and winked back. Returning her attention back on the table, she took her shot. The 3-ball dropped, followed by the 6-ball and 1-ball.

Chapter 3

‘You got a lucky break missy,’ John growled when Vickie pocketed the 8-ball and winning the game. A second-straight game to her and Mark after convincingly defeating John and Bradley in the first.

‘I wouldn’t say luck played a part, we were just better on the day so face the facts,’ she said, John muttered beneath his breath. Amanda stood up and headed for the door swinging it open.

            ‘You boys coming?’ she called sweetly. John and Bradley shoved their cue sticks on the pool table and walked out slamming the door behind them.

            ‘Sore losers,’ Mark scowled.

            ‘Oh, most definitely. It must have hurt their pride even more to have their butts kicked by a foreigner,’ Vickie added causing them to laugh.

            ‘Well then how about a bit of one on one then?’ he asked she nodded.

            ‘I’m game,’

His phone rang breaking up any chance of starting a new game, Mark glanced at screen and saw Shane’s name pop up.

            ‘Yes Shane?’

            ‘We are about five minutes away so where are you? Still locked away in the hotel room?’ Shane teased.

            ‘No.’ Mark laughed he watched Vickie re-arrange the balls back into position.

            ‘Well then where are you?’

            ‘In the billiards room, to get here you turn left at the lifts walk to the end of the corridor and follow it to the end again.’ On second thoughts, do you want me to come and meet you? I know you’re terrible with directions Shay,’ Mark answered letting out a small snigger.

            ‘Shut up Feehily, I am not that bad. Just stay where you are we will be there in next to no time.’ Shane answered.

            ‘Ok suit yourself see you soon,’ mark hung up and turned to Vickie.

            ‘Shane and the others are on their way,’

            ‘Oh, ok, that’s good. Hey, maybe we should arrange a game with them?’ she suggested; Mark caught onto her idea a playful grin appearing on his face he knew the lads wouldn’t be able to resist.

**

            ‘Shane are you sure you know where you are going?’ Derek asked, as Shane once again took them back to the lobby. Michael, Graham and Kian refrained from laughing when Shane shot them a fixed glare.

            ‘I know where to go its just…Mark’s explanation on directions is confusing,’ He snapped and wandered back to the lifts.

            ‘Ah ha! Found it!’ He grinned triumphantly and headed down the corridor. They found the room in no time at all and Kian pushed the door open.

            ‘Hey Ki come on in.’ Mark said.

            ‘Thanks mate, and hey there Vick, you don’t mind me calling you that do you?’ Kian asked as the rest of the lads piled in. She shook her head.

            ‘Not at all and it’s good to see you and Shane too,’ she added.

            ‘Lads this is Vickie, and Vick I’d like you to meet Graham, Derek and Michael three of our closest friends.’ Mark said making the introductions. The three lads smiled and nodded politely in return as Vickie did and then picked up her cue stick and Mark remembered.

            ‘Fancy some two on two action?’ he asked.

            ‘Heck yeah.’ Michael grabbed a cue stick Shane followed suit. The six lads delved into an animated conversation that Vickie didn’t participate but listened in, though from time to time she caught Mark staring. On another occasion, she noticed Kian and Shane whispering to one another and nodding in her direction. Wonder what that is all about She thought. Her phone rang shrilly.

            ‘Sorry I got to take this.’ She said smiling apologetically at the lads. At this chance the rest of the lads closed in on Mark he gave them a blank look.

            ‘What?’

            ‘So do you want to tell us what’s going on?’ inquired Graham. Mark frowned at him.

            ‘What are you on about? There is nothing we’re just being friends,’ he remarked.

            ‘It sure looked like something, you’ve just been staring non-stop,’ Kian added, Mark shook his head.

            ‘Egan you read too much into what you see, now would you all just quit bugging me? There’s no need to jump to conclusions,’ he said.

            ‘Jump to conclusions?’ Vickie interjected; the six lads glanced at each other, worried she may have overheard too much.

            ‘Erm, nothing...’ Mark fibbed looking a little flabbergasted he glanced at his friends for help.

            ‘Derek was just getting a little too ahead of himself over the winner. You know he likes to have a bet now and again and then he gets all cocky.’ Shane piped up, but this did little to discourage Vickie’s curiosity and Kian thought it best to press on.

            ‘All right then whose turn is it?’

            ‘Mine.’ Shane answered as he took up his position. Vickie stood off to the side watching him as she sharpened her cue stick.

‘So who called?’ Mark asked.

            ‘Just mum, they’ll be back here at noon so I’ll join them for lunch,’ she said. In the opposite corner of the room, Graham was trying to convince Kian about Shane’s idea.

            ‘Come on Ki it can’t hurt for us to chip in where possible, I mean look at them.’ Graham said, Kian did look but he shook his head.

            ‘Let nature take its own course Gray.  If we push Mark, too much he will just back off and get scared especially after things with Haley. Best not to push and let it be. I don’t doubt he’s aware of the opportunity but let him do it on his own,’ he explained.

 

The game continued to play out with Shane, Michael, Mark and Vickie and some small talk. The constant shared looks going on with Mark and Vickie made Kian think twice about what he said. Perhaps Graham has a point

            ‘Do you do much singing Vickie?’ Michael asked.

            ‘Not infront of people, no but in private I do.’ She said.

            ‘Any special hobbies?’ Shane asked.

            ‘Well.’ She hesitated.

            ‘No special hobbies in particular, I just enjoy writing stories most of the time. Listen to music and take long walks. Sounds a bit naïve but I also like being on my own too,’ she replied.

            ‘Hmmm sounds a bit like someone we know,’ Michael chuckled glancing at Mark but he kept silent. Kian watched the young girl, how she shuffled from foot to foot, fiddled with the cue stick and every so often catches a sidelong glance at Mark and he did the same.

            ‘What are you all doing afterwards?’ Vickie asked looking at Shane, and he shrugged his shoulders.

            ‘Don’t know yet, though our first stop will be my parents’ café for lunch,’ he said.

            ‘Oh about that I can’t make it.’ Graham remarked.

            ‘Why?’ asked Kian.

            ‘Mel and I are meeting her parents for a barbecue,’ Graham answered, his friends shook with laugher.

            ‘Poor you I bet its going to be a nice grilling,’ chimed Derek. Graham muttered darkly as his friends rolled with more laughter.

Knock! Knock!

            ‘Come in!’ Shane yelled. The door opened up and they all let out a horrid gasp.

Chapter 4

            ‘Joanne?’ Shane and Kian exclaimed. The same blonde-haired woman Mark and Vickie saw earlier stood tall, a sheepish yet proud smile appeared on her pouty lips.

            ‘Hi lads, I thought I might find you in here. Sorry I couldn’t come and say hi earlier, was busy doing work.’ She remarked still with a smile on her face.

            ‘You work here?’ questioned Michael; he looked at her outfit with distain. Joanne glanced his way for a brief second.

            ‘My cousin is the assistant manager of this hotel so he helped me get a permanent job here.’ She explained returning to look at Shane and Kian she smiled.

            ‘It’s really good to see you boys again,’ she added then her eye caught sight of the young Asian girl she narrowed her eyes.

            ‘Who the heck is this? Scratch that what is she doing with all of you?’ She demanded. Mark was about to answer but Vickie caught his sleeve. He looked back at her confused but she shook her head and faced Joanne.

            ‘Don’t take such a tone with me, especially since we are complete strangers.’ She said. Joanne strutted over to Vickie standing tall.

            ‘Oh really? Just what are you going to do about it then?’ she sneered. Vickie smiled.

            ‘Nothing, obviously but lets just say I know enough about you to make judgment call.’ She replied.

            ‘You think of yourself as the girl who can get everything and date whoever you please, like Shane and Kian. Not only did you two-time them but also you had no sense to know what sort of damage it could have done to their friendship. Oh, no you were far more interested in having the best of both worlds,’ she said; Joanne’s mouth opened and closed through Vickie’s rant, she fought for the right words to retaliate but came up empty every time. The lads did their best not to laugh at her goldfish impression. Shaking it off Joanne then took several steps advancing but Vickie pulled her cue stick up with the pointy end facing Joanne.

            ‘Back off.’ Vickie said firmly, a deep hush fell around the room, the lads could only watch on in silence. The awkward silence carried on until Mark decided he needed to step in.

            ‘Vick.’ He said softly, she didn’t move as her eyes stayed on Joanne and there was a faint flicker of orange in her eyes. Michael leaned over to Shane.

            ‘What is he doing? This is no time to go soft,’ he whispered but Shane didn’t respond. Mark had to intervene a little more, he put his own cue stick on the table and moved around beside Vickie though she barely noticed. Shane and Kian watched the scene with great interest. Mark wasn’t aware of anything else at this moment; he leaned over and placed one hand on top of Vickie’s right hand, which held the cue stick. She jerked her head towards him caught by surprise and her anger fell away. She loosed her grip on the cue stick and shifted it to her left hand that eventually rested on the table. Mark smiled and nodded his head slightly as he clasped his hand around hers.

            ‘Can you believe that?’ Kian murmured. Mark and Vickie stared at one another completely forgetting their whereabouts.

            ‘Ahem!’ Joanne exclaimed her hands on hips. Vickie faced the older woman and burrowed her eyebrows.

            ‘What?’ Kian interjected before Joanne spoke.

            ‘Jo I think you should get going, I bet you have a lot of work to do,’ he remarked; she nodded her smile returning to her face.

            ‘I’ll go, thanks Kiki.’ She turned back to Vickie.

            ‘As for you, we are far from finished.’ With that, Joanne spun on her heel and stormed out the door banged behind her. Nobody spoke they looked to each other waiting for somebody to speak first. Vickie stepped away from Mark and began placing each of the billiard balls into the table pockets she gave no thought of the lads as they watched. Shane grabbed Mark by the collar of his shirt and yanked him to the side.

            ‘Shay watch it man,’ he grumbled.

            ‘Right, then.’ Shane began, he paused to see if Vickie would notice but she seemed so far off in her own world.

            ‘Do you want to tell me what that was all about?’ he asked turning his attention back to his friend.

            ‘Huh?’

Shane rolled his eyes.

            ‘Oh for peat sake Mark we all know you aren’t the type to just go up at any girl and start yapping away. Nor would you be making the first moves without motive. Now, all of a sudden you make it all look so easy.’ He said. Mark knew by the seriousness playing on Shane’s face that he wanted answers. Kian joined in on the conversation.

            ‘Look for yourself.’ He added pointing to Vickie; she sat on the chair across from the table, eyes down and fumbling with the cue stick.

            ‘Is there something about her that you know and we don’t? Cause that’s the sort of feeling I’m getting just from watching the two of you,’ Shane said. Mark held silence his two friends were fast thinkers and when they made up their mind, they refused to let the thought go. But how can I possibly explain to them my feelings when I don’t even know he thought. Beep! Beep! Everyone grabbed his or her phone.

            ‘Sorry it’s me,’ Vickie said.

            ‘My parents have just arrived, probably a little earlier then I expected so…I guess I will see you all around,’ she replied.

            ‘Yeah guess so,’ Mark answered a little downcast.

            ‘I have an idea.’ Kian said brightening up. They all looked at him expectedly but he turned to Vickie she arched her eyebrows.

            ‘Maybe you would like to join us at Shane’s parents’ café sometime? We won’t be doing much I don’t think anyway but it’s just a thought.’ He remarked. Shane glanced at Mark and nearly laughed out loud seeing the look on his face. It was one of half delight and half shock. Vickie though didn’t see she thought over Kian’s idea.

            ‘Let me think about it, and I’ll get back to you later, anyway I really should go. My mum hates lateness.’ She added and with a quick wave, she fled from the room.

 

Vickie met up with her parents at the entrance of the hotel restaurant and the waiter dressed in a black penguin suit showed them to a window table, giving a clear view of the busy main street. The table centrepiece held a single orange rose in a slim white vase, and a peachy-coloured tablecloth covered the table and three white china plates and glistering stainless steel utensils were set up, with two sets on the one side of the table and the one set on the opposite side. The waiter assisted them to their seats and commented he would be back in ten minutes for their orders.

            ‘So then Vickie you never did tell us about last night.’ David said.

            ‘Eh not much to tell, really’ Vickie remarked trying to fob it off innocently and burying her head in the menu.

            ‘Vickie.’ Margaret spoke firmly.

            ‘All right, all right, gee mum. You read the note this morning so why you make it sound as if I’ve committed a crime. As for last night, not much happened; we were talking about…stuff, had dinner and just watched TV. Pretty boring actually,’ she said.

            ‘What about earlier when I rang?’

            ‘Just playing a game of pool.’

            ‘Butt, I think you should relax they don’t seem like bad boys, quite to the contrary from what I saw yesterday.’ David answered Vickie shrugged.

            ‘Yeah they are ok I suppose.’

            ‘Do you like Mark?’ Margaret pressed on, completely oblivious to her husband’s words; Vickie looked down at her napkin she had to think before answering.

            ‘Maybe or maybe not. I don’t know yet.’ She said. Geese what is wrong with me? I don’t take this long to know if I like someone Much to her relief her parents delved into a separate discussion about the rest of their holiday plans.

 

The six lads now stood in the lobby making plans for the rest of their day, well all of them apart from Graham as he already had a set agenda.

            ‘We will see you tonight then or perhaps tomorrow?’ Shane asked Graham nodded.

‘Yeah, now I just got to hope Mel’s dad won’t tear me to pieces. If he does trust me you will be the first to know,’ he answered laughing, and soon Graham left. Derek noticed Mark had been deathly silent since they left the billiards room. He had his head turned towards the hotel restaurant.

            ‘Mark?’ Derek waved his hand infront of his friend’s face but got no response.

            ‘Just leave him. We’ll sort him out.’ Kian said and gave his car keys to Michael who looked back at him in puzzlement.

            ‘You and D take my car I’ll get a ride back with Shane.’

            ‘Suit yourself,’ Michael and Derek headed out leaving Shane, Kian and Mark behind.

            ‘What are we going to do with him? This is one lovesick puppy,’ Kian grinned, at that Mark snapped out from his daydream

            ‘I heard that Egan so watch it.’ He said Shane let out an exasperated sigh.

            ‘Serious Mark I know you can really thick sometimes but this is ridiculous. We all can clearly see what is happening between you and Vickie except you two. Pretend all you want but in the end the heart never lies.’ He replied. Now it was Kian’s turn to have a rant.

            ‘If you want to turn a blind eye to what is infront of you then go right ahead, but remember, Vickie and her parents are only here for a short period of time. Don’t let such an opportunity slip away. It is just too good to pass up.’

Mark shook his head.

            ‘I’ll think about it,’

            ‘Hey look there,’ Shane pointed. The three lads saw Vickie emerge from the restaurant towards the lifts. As she waited her eyes toke in all the sights around and when she saw them she smiled giving a wave.  The lift arrived and she went in.

‘I think it is time we headed off,’ said Shane and they too walked out.

 

**

 

Later that evening, Vickie’s parents retired to their room for the night and she was left to find her own entertainment. Drying her hair after a warm shower, she entered the bedroom, discarded the towel onto a chair near by, and walked over to the window. Pitch-black sky and a sporadic display of stars glittered down. She felt weary after spending the entire afternoon with her parents; they had insisted she follow them to a few historical monuments. She heard her phone ring, from a distance though gradually it got louder. Reluctantly she went to the dressing table; an unknown number showed up on the screen.

            ‘Hello?’ she said nervously.

            ‘Don’t be nervous it’s only me.’ Miranda said, Vickie sighed happy to hear a familiar voice. Her sister Miranda was four years her senior, loved clubbing and was highly social able.

            ‘Sorry, anyway good to hear from you. What have you got up to in Dublin?’

            ‘Just the usual sight seeing, it is not a big city like Sydney but still plenty on offer. Love the locals’ accents too. Oh and guess what? I went to this awesome club last night and met the cutest man there,’ Miranda gushed; Vickie rolled her eyes laughing lightly.

            ‘That is just so typical you; see a cute guy talk to him, flirt and dance and the poor guy realizes it was only for the evening.’ She said.

            ‘Yes of course! Anyway, mum told me all about your little adventures yesterday. Sounds to me like you’re even bigger flirt than me.’ Miranda remarked Vickie scoffed.

            ‘Shut up I am not. In fact I’m the total opposite to you and besides it was them, who got my attention,’ she replied.

            ‘Yeah right I believe you, so from what mum told me this Mark fella is definitely interested. Trust me, if any guy gives you their mobile number it means they are interested big time,’ Miranda continued; she always acted as if she was the queen know-it-all about relationships and love. Although Vickie always thought, otherwise since her sister had barely been with one guy long enough to set up a proper relationship.

            ‘On the other hand if you aren’t that interested I’d be more than happy to take him off your hands,’ smirked Miranda, and Vickie snapped.

            ‘Don’t you dare! I will not have you getting a free run in and taking credit where you don’t deserve it.’

            ‘Oh someone is getting defensive this could be far more serious then I thought,’ Miranda teased Vickie bit her tongue. She was in no mood to pick a fight.

            ‘Whatever look I’m tired I’ll talk to you some other time.’ She said and her sister agreed and hung up.

 

Chapter 5

Vickie sat bolt upright as the room phone broke the silence. It was dark, with the only light source coming from the window as the full moon was in full view through the curtains. The ringing carried on much to her annoyance. Yawning she leaned over the side flicked on the lamp and squinted before finally picking up the receiver.

            ‘Hello?’

            ‘Hi Vick.’ Kian said cheerfully. She smiled.

            ‘Oh hey Kian how was your afternoon?’

            ‘It was good we had fun, bashed around on a music kit and played a bit of footy so quite chilled,’ he answered.

            ‘Sounds like a great time. Just hold a second I’ll be right back.’ She said.

            ‘I’ll be here.’ Kian agreed. While she was gone, Kian prepared for the true reason behind the call he turned to Shane and Mark giving them the signal and they picked up the cordless phone.

            ‘Ok I’m back. So is there a reason you called? I wasn’t expecting any calls,’ she said. He glanced at his friends they nodded.

            ‘Well I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier this afternoon with Joanne. You really put your foot down didn’t you?’ he joked.

            ‘Oh, yeah that. I’m sorry if it looked bad I didn’t do it on purpose its just…if somebody goes too far I set them straight. You probably noticed I have a bit of a temper,’ she said feeling embarrassed. Kian laughed.

            ‘Yeah we sure did but its no biggy. The lads always tell me I have a short temper,’ he replied his eyes darkened seeing Shane mouth: ‘All the time!’

            ‘Anyway the reason I called, since yesterday Shane & I have noticed what has been going on with you and Mark, now before you object hear me out. Sometimes it takes a bit of time to realize how one feels, but from what I can see, the two of you are…are…’ Kian stopped he forgot the words; Shane glared at him. On her, end of the line though Vickie kept quiet. She had no idea Kian and Shane paid such close attention.

            ‘I…um…I guess I know what you mean. My mum is trying to find out too but I really don’t know myself. It’s hard to know how you feel about someone when so many things are still unclear. The more I try to figure it all out the more I end up confused. As much as I would love to tell, at the moment the only thing I do know is-‘She paused; a tense silence filled both phone lines.

            ‘Yes?’ Kian prompted.  She calmed herself before speaking.

            ‘The truth is, I do like Mark very much but I’m just not sure, I’ve always liked certain guys but that’s about it. Add to the fact I won’t be here for that long so I don’t want  to et his hope up or mine,’ she explained. Shane, Kian and Mark swapped surprised looks, and the expression on Mark’s face was unreadable. Shane covered the mouthpiece of the cordless phone.

            ‘You ok mate?’ he asked.

            ‘Yeah I’m fine.’ Mark replied still stunned at the revelation he had just heard. Kian was racking his brain but Shane signed to him to end the call.

            ‘Vick?’

            ‘Yeah?’

            ‘Well its obviously late and I have a ton of work on for tomorrow so hopefully we get to see you again soon,’ he remarked.

            ‘Oh most definitely it would be great to catch up, and hey I just might take you lads on in a game of football sometime,’ se answered.

            ‘Ah, sounds like a good decision I’ll mention it to the others when I see them.’ He said giving Shane and Mark the thumbs up. After the call ended, the three friends turned to each other.

            ‘Well mate what do you think? From that call and what we all heard the signs are looking positive, something good could be on the horizon,’ replied Shane he gave Mark an encouraging nudge. He was quiet for a while his mind mulling over all that he heard, and slowly a smile began to creep across his lips his eyes danced in delight.

            ‘You know, what lads? I have an idea I want to put in for tomorrow,’ he said. Shane and Kian exchanged looks burning with curiosity but Mark shook his head.

            ‘Sorry I can’t tell you. Anyway, lads I’m off for the night.’

            ‘Night Mark.’ Shane and Kian echoed.

 

**

 

Vickie let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at her mother, knowing the words to come from her mouth.

            ‘Mum stop fretting I will be fine. You and David had better get a move on; there is lots of territory left undiscovered. I have done enough and just want to stay in and chill out.’ She said.

            ‘All right but if you need anything, anything at all give us a call and we’ll come straight back,’ Margaret answered.

            ‘I promise.’ Vickie nodded; her mum accepted that and wound up her window David put the car into first gear and off they went. Vickie waved goodbye and watched until the car vanished from sight. She turned and climbed the steps of the hotel and went in, there was an unexplainable feeling she got today. Like magic was playing a part, she could barely come to grips with it but she just had a feeling something good was going to happen. With that thought, she smiled happily and made her way to the lifts.

Mark was sat comfortably on one the sofa reading a car magazine. His head shot up hearing the door and his gaze settled on Vickie as she headed for the lifts, not at all noticing anything else going on. He dropped the magazine into the basket beside the sofa and headed towards her, bumping into people along the way. He moved up behind Vickie and gently laid his hand on her shoulder. She spun around surprised her eyes widen taking in his appearance. Loose fitting black jeans, white shirt and black cargo jacket.

            ‘Oh, Mark…hi there. I, I wasn’t expecting visitors,’ she said. He grinned softly.

            ‘I’m sorry if I startled you, I just thought I’d drop by, see how everything was going,’ he replied shoving his hands into his jeans pocket. He felt nervous now, although all he planned his head sounded good, actually putting it into action was a little more daunting then he first imagined. Shifting uncomfortably his gaze moved to the ground. Vickie continued to stare at Mark wondering why he’d come not really comprehending his reason, she felt there was something else. The arrival of the lift broke into her thoughts and Mark looked up as a group of elderly people piled out of the lift, once gone the two youngsters stepped in followed by a mature-age couple.

            ‘How are the lads?’ she asked.

            ‘Yeah they’re good. Shane is working late at his parents’ café but he loves it. Kian’s out with his siblings.’ Mark said, the lift arrived on their floor and they got out walking towards Vickie’s room. Unlocking the door, she dumped her bits and pieces onto the dressing table and collapsed on the bed.

            ‘Oh, man finally I can relax. I tell you since 8am this morning we have traveled up the coast doing all the sight seeing I’m worn out. It’s just good to be able to put my feet up.’

Mark smiled softly he moved to sit at the foot of the bed beside her and Vickie automatically sat up.

            ‘You know, it feels just like yesterday when my mum, sister and a friend’s daughter took that trip across to Los Angeles, and at that time I thought it was the best trip ever.’ She said.

            ‘Do you like to travel?’

            ‘Sometimes, but over the years our family has always been on the move I just wish we had stable homely environment. One minute I remember having some schooling in Singapore where I was born. Next moment we were across in New Zealand; but we constantly moved house and now we are just settling into Australia.’ She answered.

            ‘Still, you seem to have settled here well even though it’s for a short time,’ he pointed out she nodded smiling.

            ‘Yes I guess I have.’ Just ask her now! Stop hiding around the corner and just come right out with it! Mark thought. He took a breath.

            ‘Um, Vick? You don’t happen to be too tired are you? He asked. She shook her head.

            ‘No, I just made that excuse to escape my parents. Why do you ask?’ She gave him a curios look. Shit! That wasn’t how I wanted to phrase that. Damn it, it sounded so good in my head yesterday

            ‘Oh, well I thought maybe we could just hang out for a bit but without the lads,’ he said. Vickie noticed his confusion and frustration and had to give him credit for trying. She smiled with a nod.

            ‘Sounds like a great idea just give me five minutes,’ she answered and stood up walking over to her suitcase and flipping it open. Mark watched on she tossed various clothing items aside before she settled on dark blue hipster jeans and a faded green long sleeved top. Gathering up a few other items she headed off to the bathroom Mark hadn’t moved from is spot. He buried his head into his hands.

            ‘Damn it Feehily. Why the heck couldn’t you get something so simple right?’ he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief, but the sound of his phone quickly broke his thoughts.

            ‘Hello?’ he asked not bothering to look at the screen.

            ‘Mark, mate how you going?’ asked Rowan, his long time best friend.

            ‘Yeah I’m ok. You?’

            ‘Grand, as always. So you still up for tonight?’

Mark was quiet he had forgotten about his friend’s plans for tonight as he’d been so focused on his own plan.

            ‘I’ll think about it.’ He said, and this made Rowan frown. It was highly unusual for Mark to be undecided.

            ‘Well ok but if you’re keen to join in just give me a call,’ Rowan replied. Mark heard the bathroom door open and looked around completely forgetting his phone conversation. Vickie was looking more freshened up, her hair neatly scrapped into a ponytail and she was fixing her watch onto her wrist.

            ‘Ro, hey mate I have to go talk to you later.’ He said. Vickie looked over to him.

            ‘Ok then so you ready?’ he asked getting to his feet.

            ‘Almost.’ She said moving to the dressing table and picked up the room key, her wallet and phone then she faced him again he smiled.

            ‘Now I’m ready.’ She replied.

            ‘Good.’ He grinned extending his hand out to her she blushed slightly but accepted and slipped her hand into his; and they walked out of the room.

It didn’t take long from the lift to arrive and bring them down to the lobby, it was relatively quiet out front, only a small gathering of people were congregated in the lounge area. When Mark and Vickie walked past the front desk, she caught sight of the woman behind the desk scowling at them.

            ‘Geeze, what’s up her butt?’ Vickie mumbled shooting the woman a look, and almost embarrassed at being caught the woman turned away. From beside her Vickie heard Mark laugh she grinned.

            ‘Well its true. Don’t you think so?’

            ‘I couldn’t agree more.’ He answered. As soon as they stepped out a chill went up Vickie’s spin. It seemed the temperature had dropped at least ten degrees.

            ‘So where are we going?’ She asked following Mark to the car. He shook his head a cheeky little glint showing in his eyes.

            ‘As much as I’d love tell I won’t say a word and you will find out when we get there,’ he replied she arched her brows he still shock his head.

            ‘No, but on the other hand I would love to hear more about Auckland, from what you t old me the other day it means a lot to you,’ he added.’ Starting the engine and driving away from the hotel. She watched them pass small houses and buildings.

            ‘Auckland means the world to me. I spent all my younger years growing up in that city and I suppose it made me the person I am now. Everything I learnt and the friend I made were there, so when we had to up root and move I didn’t like it. I know my parents wanted a change in life style, to give my sister and me a different experience but…’ She stopped quickly wiping a tear away. Mark noted something in the way she had spoken told him she was harboring some torment yet to be understood even by her own parents. Unable to hold her own emotions in, suddenly to Vickie everything just came out in a sob. Without thinking twice, Mark laid his hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently.

            ‘Don’t worry, I’m sure nobody expects you to forget Auckland and make Sydney your home,’ he replied. Vickie nodded a little meekly.

            ‘Thanks.’

For a while they didn’t speak, Vickie watched the scenery pass by they had long left the town centre and now all around the lush green landscape stretched for endless miles.

            ‘You never did finish telling me about your school camp,’ Mark said Vickie laughed.

            ‘Oh, well it wasn’t that interesting. Just a week of fun.’ She replied.

            ‘No you can’t leave it there it was just starting to get interesting. Your teachers blinded folded all of you and you followed a trail by a rope,’ he said. She shook her head.

            ‘All right, all right.’ She gave in and told the rest of that story. They shared a good laugh at her idea of wanting to be a jockey. All throughout the conversation Vickie found it was unraveling a lot like their first night, and she was pleased to be able to echo her thoughts; and Mark enjoyed the company.

 After driving along the smooth roadway, they turned off into a gravel path that led down to a dense forest clearing. Most of the trees were tall and thin but the branches thick and coarse but overlapped. Cutting off the engine Mark hoped out.

            ‘Come on we don’t want to miss the spectacle.’ He said Vickie eyed him suspiciously.

            ‘What spectacle?’

            ‘Just come on,’ he waved. She climbed out and followed.

Chapter 6

It was obvious to Vickie that Mark knew his way around he knew which path to follow and where to step.

            ‘Its really lovely here, just peace and quiet leaving you alone with nature. I come here a lot, especially when I don’t want to be found,’ he smirked. In this neck of the woods the tree trunks were thicker the branches still thick and the leaves were a mixed of lush green to orange. A wooden signboard, slowly rotting with age stood at an entranceway into another sparse clearing. Her breath caught up in her throat at the sight. The clearing was covered in lush soft grass, a barrage of dark red bark lay scattered around adding a little colour, and there were some picnic benches. To the right was the lake, it stretched way beyond the eye could see, its waves gently lapped along the shoreline and the water gleamed in the slow setting sun. A flock of black and white swans swans gracefully on top of the water. Shielding her eyes from the late afternoon sun, she saw the enclosing rolling hills, an effect of protecting this serene environment. She struggled to find her voice.

            ‘It is…it’s…beautiful.’ She said her bottom lip trembled feeling the dull heartache come flooding back. Mark didn’t have to ask he knew she was missing her old home again. Quietly he stepped behind her and draped his arms around her body drawing her close. Vickie didn’t fight it nor did she say a single world as her head swarmed with thoughts. Here she was along in the middle of god knows where with a guy she’s known three days! Feeling both their bodies ever so, close Vickie sensed the blood flowing in her veins boiling. She knew she couldn’t look at him now so kept her focus on the scenery. Mark, on the other hand had his head in turmoil nothing like this had happened to him not even with Haley.

            ‘Vick?’ he whispered softly. She lifted her head from his chest peering up at him. Seeing the twinkle glint in his eyes, she found it suddenly difficult to breathe her heart doubled its normal pace and her head felt light. Mark had no idea just what his brief but intense look was doing to her, right at that moment she could just lose herself to him. Oh god what is happening? This is all too much for me. Please, please stop looking at me like that I don’t know what to do she thought. She desperately wanted to look away, but it was as though a force kept her here.  Why oh why? Please tell me why this is all happening right now? Mark thought still gazing at her. Vickie searched her mind for something to say to break the silence but no words came to mind. Mark raised his hand and brushed a few stray strand of her black hair away from his face. The light touch of his fingers against her skin sent a shockwave of tingles down her backbone. His fingers continued to move from her cheek and down to her lips, which was also where his eyes had settled. Unknowingly he licked his lips a sense of desire running in his blood. Vickie breathed in deeply she wondered what was going on not at all able to read what was in Mark’s head. Suddenly she noticed his face inching closer towards hers, and his hand slid beneath her chin and his other hand rested on her waist. Her eyes lids closed for a moment just to absorb the atmosphere and Mark hesitated in that second to find logic but all logic in his head had long gone. First, he kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose she felt her whole body shudder, though she barely had time to re-think as his lips touched hers and awakening feelings that and had long waited to be set free. As the kiss continued to grow so did the fire from deep within, intense yet sensual. Finally a chance to regain their breath they drew away slightly she rested her head against his shoulder with a small but contented sigh. Mark smiled a little to himself as he stroked her hair.

            ‘You ok?’ he asked.

            ‘Yeah I guess I am,’ Vickie answered she stared out to sea her cheeks still glowing. Ring! Ring! The serene surroundings violently interrupted by her phone. Taking her phone from her pocket, she moved out of his arms and answered the call.

            ‘Hi mum.’

            ‘Hi honey. I’m sorry to tell you this but we won’t be back tonight. We lost our way.’ Vickie laughed.

            ‘So we are staying overnight in a small cottage hotel, we leave the first thing in the morning and will be back as soon as possible. You will be ok alone?’ Margaret asked.

            ‘Of course I can take care of myself for a few hours.’ Vickie replied.

            ‘Ok see you tomorrow. Bye.’

            ‘Bye mum.’ Ending the call Vickie smiled shaking her head. Mark gave her a curious look.

            ‘In our family my mum is infamous for getting a bit lost when driving in unfamiliar territory. I don’t know how but she manages to do it all the time. Even with a good map.’ She explained. She watched a pair of black swans dawdle out of the water and headed to a shady spot to nestle. The later afternoon sun was almost gone with just the last few rays streaming across the sky. Vickie glanced around again, and she nodded her head.

            ‘I really do like it here and even though I’m leaving next week perhaps one day in the near future I will consider coming back. Could be for another break or possibly to study.’ She said; hearing Mark chuckling softly behind her she turned around.

            ‘What?’

            ‘Seems to me like good old small town Sligo has left quite an impression.’ He grinned wrapping his arms across her waist and pulled her close. She nodded leaning against him smiling.

            ‘I guess it has.’

 

Across the other side of town just a few miles out of Sligo at the farmhouse cottage Margaret sighed. She sat back against the rattan chair her eyes focused on the TV as it broadcast the news but her mind elsewhere.

            ‘Dave what is your honest opinion on those three boys?’ she asked. He didn’t turn his head as he spoke

            ‘I know very little about them compared to Vickie but they seem nice and quite the charmers too,’

Margaret nodded her eyes now showing a little worry. 

            ‘Yes…charmers…’ she trailed off.

 

Mark and Vickie had enough of standing so they took a seat on a large smooth flat rock just a short stride from the water’s edge. Still they didn’t unlock themselves from each other; Vickie closed her eyes, just taking in the smells and still finding it difficult to come to terms with what has happened.

            ‘Are you hungry?’ Mark asked her head shot up.

            ‘Um yeah I am a little bit.’ She remarked.

            ‘Hey there is no need whatsoever to be worried it’s not like I’m up to anything sneaky,’ he said pretending to be offended. She laughed and playfully ruffled his hair.

            ‘Grrr stop it!’ he exclaimed doing his best to be serious but just smiled from ear to ear. Still smiling and feeling giddy as ever she snuggled even closer to him, and in response, he tightened his arm around her.

            ‘This is all very new to me. It isn’t something I ever took seriously because…well because of what my family has been through.’ She said.

            ‘Why? What happened?’ he asked curiously.

            ‘Well my real father, not David, but the biological one put my mum, sister and I through hell for a long time. We constantly lived in fear from all his verbal threats. Eventually things came to a halt on the very last incident and I made a promise to never forgive and forget it. That is why I still find it difficult to trust people,’ She said her voice lowering to a whisper.

            ‘I see,’ He mused. He looked to be thinking deeply.

            ‘Oh god I’m sorry Mark. I didn’t mean to bore you with all of that crap.’ She added quickly but he shook his head.

            ‘Don’t be sorry. To be honest I’m flattered you found the courage to tell me really I am. It must have been hard for you to keep all your feelings in. If I knew anybody in your situation they would have had a hard time dealing,’ he answered she blushed slightly.

            ‘So I guess we should get going for dinner before we starve,’ he joked.

            ‘Yep sounds good.’ She agreed; both of them smiling softly their faces moved closer about to kiss; if not for the abrupt sound Mark’s phone indicating he received a message. Frowning he opened up the text from Rowan and Vickie saw the grimace on his face.

            ‘Everything ok?’ she asked.

            ‘Yeah it’s just my mate trying to convince me to go clubbing tonight,’ he replied. He typed a return message and tucked his phone away and rose to his feet Vickie did the same. They headed back in the direction they came back to the car hand in hand. Man if Shay and Ki find out about this they will give me no piece for days on end thought Mark. He cast a quick glance at Vickie but she hadn’t noticed as she took in more of their surroundings. He certainly was right when he said the place had left an impression. Feeling she was being watched she turned her head and caught his look. She screwed her eyes upwards.

            ‘Yes?’

            ‘Nothing.’ He smiled back and returned to staring straight ahead. For a moment or two, Vickie surveyed him, the way he styled his short dark brown into a lazy yet messy spiked look and his tall 5”10 and a half frame adding to his appeal. They arrived back at the car park and got in; Mark put the car into reverse and they were back on smooth road.

            ‘You know I was just thinking perhaps one of these days you would like to come out to the clubs then you can meet the rest of the gang,’ he said.

            ‘Really? Heck yeah I’d love to.’ She replied, but realizing her over excitement, and the way it sounded as she spoke she shut up like a clam. Mark chuckled as he leaned over to tune the radio.

            ‘I’m beginning to think you aren’t quite as shy as you think.’ He smiled making her blush furiously.

            ‘Erm, thanks I think,’ she mumbled. Mark leaned back, focused more on the road after he found a radio station to his liking, and sang along with the song. As Vickie listened to the song and his singing, she felt her face getting a little hot and her body warming. Discretely she touched the side of her face and realized just how hot her face had turned. What is wrong with me? Before we got to Ireland, I was just my normal old self. Then out of nowhere, I’m behaving like I a child. She thought. Shaking her head to try to clear those thoughts she relaxed a little more in the seat and watched the scenery pass. But a thought came to mind.

            ‘Mark?’

            ‘Yes?’

            ‘Um…uh…I….well I was just wondering, but have you been in love with some one and not realized?’ she asked. He lingered over the question.

            ‘A couple of years ago I knew this girl, Haley, she was a nice girl, sweet and all of that but I didn’t have the courage to ask her out. Shane then decided to set us up, I had some strong feelings for her at the time and was more than happy to say I loved her, but didn’t know it until I found out she was only using me. So I just want to be a little more cautious because I don’t want that to happen ever again,’ he answered.

 

            ‘Here we are.’ He said as he parked the car in a side street alley next to the steak house restaurant. Climbing out of the car, they walked the short distance to the door only for Mark to stop in his tracks seeing the young dark-haired male walk out.

            ‘Ro, hey lad what are you doing?’ asked Mark a little surprised.

            ‘I could say the same for you—oh but I think I know now,’ replied Rowan as he smiled at Vickie she nodded back.

            ‘Ro this is Vickie and Vick this is Rowan.’ Mark said making the short introduction.

            ‘Very nice, to meet you Vickie and I would love to stay and chat but I have to go. I just stopped by to make a reservation for tomorrow afternoon.’ He said and pushed open the door but not before pausing for a split second to whisper to his friend.

            ‘So this is the reason why you aren’t so keen to come out tonight eh? Well I’d love to hear the details tomorrow.’ He said a cheeky grin appearing on his face. Mark rolled his eyes and gave his friend a friendly shove out the door.

            ‘I have no tales for you mate see you later.’ He answered. Rowan was not as convinced but he let it fly for now. When he was out of site, a waiter dressed in a black and white penguin suit his dirty blonde hair smoothed back to perfection approached, two menus in hand.

                        ‘Can I help you?’ he inquired. Mark told him and quickly they were led through the restaurant and Vickie took in the sight. The lighting was dim with a hint of an orange glow. Oval-shaped tables with red table clothes, elite white plate settings and oak chairs were spread evenly across the chocolate brown-carpeted floor. In the centre of the room stood a gold statue of a mean-looking bull.

            ‘Here you go.’ Said the waiter showing Mark & Vickie to their table by the window. They had a gracious view of the main street outside as people continued to walk past.

            ‘Thanks.’ They said in unison and received the menu and the waiter walked away.

            ‘It’s beautiful,’ Vickie said. Great now I sound like a fool she thought especially when Mark smiled back. It is going so well don’t screw it up now he thought.

Chapter 7

The meal was lovely and they were both full yet quite satisfied. Now the pair stood at the steps of the hotel unsure of their next move.

            ‘Well, Mark thank you for tonight. It really was great and I had a wonderful time.’ Vickie said as she skipped between the bottom and second step Mark watched on a smile crept across his lips.

            ‘You are very welcome and I’m glad you enjoyed the night but it wasn’t anything too special,’ he answered trying to play it down as best he could.

            ‘I wouldn’t say it wasn’t special because we both know it happened.’ She answered continuing to skip the bottom two steps; he smiled as his gaze dropped for a moment and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

            ‘All right so it did but it’s not as though I planned too far ahead,’ he replied, he caught her elbow and gently tugged her back to him; she looked up at him for a moment.

            ‘My mum is going to be as shocked as anyone when I tell her about tonight,’ she said he chuckled softly.

            ‘I bet she will be. Well, I’d better be going now but Vick?’ he said.

            ‘Yeah?’ she moved closer to him their noses almost touching. He did speak but let the hand, which was still holding onto her elbow slide down to take her hand; and with his free hand came up to her face shifting away a few stray strands of her hair. Vickie was still struggling a little with this need found feeling sweeping through her body. They were both gazing at one another, as if searching for answers to questions they had not even asked. She slid her arms around his neck but not fully aware she had do so, cautiously they moved closer as their lips met softly, and with each passing second becoming stronger and leaving every inch of their bodies on fire. Drawing away, she felt weak and leant against him.

            ‘Mark…’

            ‘Shh.’ He lifted her chin, kissed her once more, and took a step back. He couldn’t let it get too carried away.

            ‘Goodnight Vickie.’ He smiled.

            ‘Yeah night Mark,’ she echoed returning the smile and slowly backed up the stairs and bounded off inside the hotel. Mark watched until she was out of sight and then reluctantly turned and walked back to his car. As soon as he climbed in, he brought his hands up to his face letting out a quiet sigh.

            ‘What have I done?’ he mumbled. Yet deep down he knew what went on tonight did so because of how they both felt. Starting the engine, he headed for home.

 

Vickie was in a daze as she made her way to her room. Slinging her jacket over the chair and dumping the key, wallet and phone on the dressing table she lay on the bed on her back and stared up the ceiling. Thinking back over tonight’s events a smile danced across her lips.

            ‘Ok enough day dreaming,’ she said and got up off the bed and gathering her belongings for a shower.

 

Mark parked his car infront of the garage and made his way to the main door; unlocking it, he stepped through and was just about to make his way to his room when he noticed the living room light on. Curious he walked in and found his mum and dad sitting in their favorite chairs and reading. Marie lowered her book and peered at her soon over her reading glasses.

            ‘Mark you’re home early. I thought you would be out all night.’ She said. He shook his head as he sat on the couch.

            ‘Are you ok son?’ his dad Oliver asked in slight concern.

            ‘Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t feel up to clubbing much tonight is all,’ Mark answered. His parents exchanged looks.

            ‘Is there anything you want to talk about?’ Marie quizzed but he shook his head again this time smiling at his mother.

            ‘No not right now thanks mum. I’ll see you in the morning goodnight.’ Standing up he gave a little stretch and strolled off up the stairs, Marie and Oliver stared after him looking deeply concerned. They both sensed Mark was keeping something from them but whatever it was they only hoped he could sort it out. Mark entered his room, closed the door, and sat down at the edge of his bed kicking off his shoes. For a while, he stared blankly at the wall until the images from tonight flashed through his mind making him smile. He smiled even more just thinking of what Vickie thought of it. Suddenly his phone rudely interrupted his thoughts. Glancing at the screen, he saw Shane’s name pop up.

            ‘Hi Shay,’ he said.

            ‘Hey mate what’s the matter? You sound way distracted,’ Shane remarked.

            ‘Nah not distracted just going over this evening,’ Mark said. On his end of the line, Shane raised his eyebrows before he remembered.

            ‘This hasn’t got anything to do with a certain young girl named Vickie, does it?’ he asked, Mark hesitated, not sure of how to reply. Could he tell Shane what happened? It hadn’t completely registered with him.

            ‘I…actually, it does,’ he replied.

            ‘Ok, so you mind telling me about it?’ Shane pressed he got no response.

            ‘Mark?’

            ‘I’m here don’t worry. But you won’t believe what I’m about to tell you, even I’m not so sure I believe it myself,’ Mark answered, this promoted even more curiosity from Shane and he started to wonder if something had gone wrong. Mark then told Shane exactly what happened leaving Shane speechless.

            ‘I can’t believe you! This is so unlike you Mark, being all forward with a girl,’ he remarked.

            ‘I know, I know and I tell you I’m worried that Vick might think well you know,’ Mark replied helplessly. They were quiet lost in thought.

            ‘So what do you plan to do about it next? All I can figure out is that you and Vick sound like you are a bit love struck,’ Shane answered.

            ‘Shane don’t say that! I am not sure, love is a strong word for it and especially right now. Truth be told I’m not certain on my own feelings or Vick’s aside from the fact she likes me.’

            ‘And do you like her too?’ Shane quizzed he was met with silence again.

            ‘Well?’

            ‘I do. I just need to sort it out…some how,’ Mark said. Shane laughed.

            ‘As if you’d be able to sort out something you haven’t had the chance of feeling this way especially in the last two years =, mate. Come on I’m sure you are feeling quietly confident am I right?’ Shane pressed on; Mark tapped his fingers on his lap he thought about Shane’s words.

            ‘All right, fine everything does seem different with Vickie, and in some way I guess I know what I’m feeling. These last three days I have been able to uncover more into her persona and it just leaves me even more curious then ever, and the kiss…wow there is definitely something there Shay I’m telling you I could feel it, but I have such little time to work at it.’ Mark replied the slight frustration clear in his voice.

            ‘Don’t stress there is still time to work with, plenty of it in fact and I am sure Kian and the lads will be keen to help out. We can talk more tomorrow when we meet up for footy at Kian’s old football club. Hey, maybe you can invite Vickie along.’ Shane added but Mark hesitated he didn’t want to be over eager.

            ‘I don’t know Shane it could be too soon especially after tonight. Also, we can’t just tell everyone well except for Kian. The thing is Vickie and her parents leave in nine days or something of the like, and I have to get it done either before or by that date,’

            ‘Just chill Mark we are here to help.’

            ‘Yes, I know and thanks Shane. Anyway, I’m off to bed so goodnight.’

            ‘Night’ after hanging up Mark switched on the radio and got up to change clothes. Lying down on the bed, his head into the soft feather pillow the last thought going through his mind was Vickie she had definitely caught his attention in more ways than one, as he had done to her.

Chapter 8

            ‘Here, here pass it here Kian!’ Graham yelled waving his arms madly as he ran down the field trying to keep up. Kian continued to dribble the ball skillfully as he ran and kept two-three steps ahead of Michael giving chase. Nearing the goal post, he looked up for a brief second to size up the chance to shoot but as he moved his foot ready to kick, the ball was stolen from his grasp. Spinning around he stared after Michael as he ran off in the opposite direction laughing.

            ‘I’ll get you!’ He cried. After a few minutes, the five lads stopped their game to catch a breather.

            ‘Where’s Shane?’ Graham asked.

            ‘He rang me this morning and said he had to work for a couple of hours.’ Kian answered; Mark as usual didn’t contribute his mind elsewhere. Derek saw a car turning into the car park of the football grounds he shielded his eyes to get a better view.

            ‘I think he is here now lads that definitely looks like his car,’ he remarked pointing to the car park.

            ‘Funny D, because you said the exact same thing half an hour ago.’ Michael joked the others burst out laughing at Derek’s expense he frowned.

            ‘Yeah well I’m serious now see for yourself, oh and it looks like be brought company,’ he remarked. The others turned their heads around to look and sure enough, Derek was right this time as they saw Shane coming into view, his hands motioning wildly as he talked. Beside him, Vickie nodded and laughed, Kian stole a quick glance at mark to see any reaction but there was none.

            ‘Hi lads.’ Shane greeted when he and Vickie neared the group.

            ‘Finally you arrived we were beginning to wonder if you would ever show,’ Graham said Shane pulled a face.

            ‘Yeah thanks a lot. If you must know, I was helping my parents at work and Vickie here came along and helped us out and she was a great help,’ he added patting her on the back Vickie smiled.

            ‘It was nothing, really.’ She insisted.

            ‘More than nothing,’ he said.

            ‘All right so are we going to have a game or not?’ Michael asked.

            ‘Of course that is why we are here. Now, Vick would you like to join or watch for a bit?’ Kian asked.

            ‘I’ll watch thanks and maybe come join you later.’ She replied.

            ‘Ok, then lads lets go.’ He answered and settled into teams. Kian, Shane and Mark on 1 team with Graham, Derek and Michael on the other. As the game began to unfold, the language got vile and feelings and emotions let loose on each other. Eventually, Mark gave up on the game and walked over to where Vickie sat near the fence. She saw him coming and tensed up. Oh get a grip Vick don’t be uptight!

            ‘Hi, I’m sure you’re having fun watching us clown around like fools playing footy,’ he joked dropping onto the soft grass next to her. She nodded smiling still watching the other lads running around.

            ‘Sure am it’s a great laugh I think we all get too serious sometimes.’ She answered.

            ‘Yeah sure can,’ he agreed.

            ‘So…’ she began nerves getting the better of her suddenly so she played with her hands as a form of distraction.

            ‘Did you tell your mum?’ he asked.

            ‘Yeah this morning and boy was she shocked. I actually wanted to wait a while but she knew something was up and bugged me till I told her,’ she remarked now shifting positions and lay down on the grass. Mark stayed in his sitting position continuing to watch his mates as they played another odd game involving a bit of soccer, rugby and volleyball skills.

            ‘It is going to be rather difficult to settle back into the busy Sydney life style.’ Vickie said suddenly.

            ‘When do you head back?’

            ‘Two weeks, on the 8^th of October. We head to Dublin that morning, get to London and by nightfall will be on the plane back to Australia.’ She said quietly.

            ‘Well.’ He tried to sound up beat, but even the contemplating thought of her not being around soon ate away at him.

            ‘I doubt you will need to worry too much about settling back into the Aussie lifestyle yet; still plenty of time to enjoy the rest of the sights,’ he replied.

            ‘Yeah, but it’s been a pretty good awesome trip so far so I’m not complaining,’ she said Mark only nodded inching a little smirk. Vickie sat up straight and glanced sideways at Mark he shifted closer and wrapped his arms around her; and she snuggled up.

            ‘Just look at them,’ Graham said nodding. The other lads stopped their game turning around to look the scene of their young mate and the young girl cuddled up together.

            ‘Dear, oh dear I have no idea what has happened in such a short space of time. It is obvious Mark has it bad now.’ Shane shook his head in wonder.

            ‘Well, what can you expect? He might be the sort of lad not good with the ladies but perhaps all he needed was the right one.’ Derek said his friends stared at him.

            ‘What? Don’t you think so?’

            ‘Sure, sure.’ Kian answered dryly not in the least convinced. Mark and Vickie didn’t notice the lads had stopped playing and watched the pair.

            ‘It’s all so strange,’ said Mark.

            ‘What is?’ asked Vickie.

            ‘Everything that has happened in the last few days it is all a bit of a blur,’ he remarked she definitely agreed.

            ‘The way I look at it, despite being a little confusing maybe just run with it and see where it goes, that way you don’t get too confused,’ she answered, he smiled nodding.

            ‘That is true smart thinking,’ he said; Vickie giggled blushing slightly. Mumbling a silent thank you, she leant her head on his shoulder. For the first time ever, she was beginning to realize a chance had been presented to her and whatever goes on will be her down doing. Perhaps she knew and understood the opportunity but didn’t know exactly how to go about handling it.

            ‘Yo, Feehily!’ Graham yelled Mark lifted his head looking across the pitch to his friends.

            ‘What?’

            ‘Come here a sec, we want to talk to you about something.’ Kian added now motioning with his hands wildly. Mark sighed, a little irritated and stood up dusting a bit of loose grass off his pants while standing up.

            ‘They just don’t let up against you do they?’ Vickie smiled.

            ‘No not even for five minutes,’ he grinned back and strode across the ground towards his friends.

            ‘Well, well weren’t you two looking all so cozy,’ Michael smirked. Mark frowned.

            ‘So what’s your point?’

            ‘Oh, come on Mark. This is all becoming s oblivious to us, yet for whatever reason you’re refusing to acknowledge the signs,’ Derek added.

            ‘All right, fine what you lads noticed already is a big deal. But it isn’t anything specific at least compared to last night,’ Mark laughed. Kian, Derek, Michael and Graham looked at one another, then to Shane and Mark.

            ‘What you on about? There is something you’ve neglected to mention,’ said Kian, studying his friend’s expression. Mark smiled from to ear it was difficult for him to contain his happiness.

            ‘Ok, what did you do?’ Mark shook his head and looked to Shane.

            ‘Believe it or not lads, but our Mark here, took another keen step in his situation with Vickie. Yesterday evening he spent alone with her again—‘

            ‘Ooohhh!’ the lads chorused.  Vickie could tell from the body language, the lads were in serious talks but little did she know Shane was merely filling them in on last night. When Shane finished his story, Mark still grinned brightly, their mates staring back in shook.

            ‘You…you just went right ahead and snogged her?’ Kian fumbled over his words. Mark nodded trying to refrain from laughing at Kian.

            ‘How did it happen?’ Derek asked.

            ‘Well she was feeling a bit home sick so I hugged her and the rest…well you know the rest.’ Mark answered shrugging it off.

            ‘Good on ya mate I think you’ve found a challenge for yourself and put it to good use already.’ Michael said clapping his young friend on the back.

            ‘Just be really careful about how you go about this Mark, this isn’t the best time to scare Vick off if you move too quickly,’ Graham added with warning he immediately received four slaps around the head.

            ‘Hey! That was un-called for,’ he growled glaring at his friends. Mark stifled a laugh yet Graham’s words swarmed around his head. It did make sense though as far as he could tell; nothing has really fazed Vickie.

            ‘She is coming over lads,’ Kian said.

            ‘Hey Vick sorry about all this lack of action,’ Shane remarked.

            ‘Oh, no not a problem. I just thought I’d come around and offer a suggestion to have another game.’ She remarked.

            ‘Exactly what I was thinking.’ Kian nodded scooping up the soccer ball.

            ‘Right but we have un-even numbers,’ Graham said.

            ‘Gee aren’t you so observant,’ Derek said sarcastically.

            ‘I’ll sit this one out.’ Michael added so the game was settled with Vickie joining Derek and Graham against Kian, Mark and Shane.

            ‘Ready?’ Kian called placing the ball at centre field.

            ‘Good to go,’

He kicked off the match and passed straight over to Shane only to have Derek rush up trying to the pass off. Shane was far too smart for that move, shifted the ball away, and ran up field before passing it over to Mark. Vickie saw this and ran to catch up; Mark sized up his options and decided to go for the shot but had no power in his attempt handing possession to Graham. He swiftly kicked the ball across the ground leaving a chase between Mark, Kian, Vickie and Graham. Vickie reached the rolling ball first but had no time to think hearing the hardy footsteps of the lads’ right behind. Seeing Graham coming into view she pondered passing over to him but didn’t want to risk losing possession yet. Out of nowhere, somebody stuck their foot out tripping her, the ball kept rolling and Kian made a sliding stop kick for it. Vickie sat up slowly and turned to see Mark sitting behind her a cheeky grin on his face.

            ‘Thanks for the trip,’ she poked her tongue out.

            ‘Well I had to do something to stop you from getting too close to goal,’ he said; she rolled her eyes smiling.

            ‘It is time for payback,’ she leaned back grabbing a handful of the soggy mud. He didn’t like the mysterious glint showing in her eyes. She waited for a moment then leaned forward rubbing mud into his hair.

            ‘Hey!’ He grabbed her by the waist forcing her into his lap and smeared the mud into her head. Vickie kicked, screamed and laughed fighting to get away. The rest of the group stood and watched on then Shane decided to join in the fun, strolling over to Mark and Vickie and attacking them, the trio yelped their voices carrying on the light breeze. Vickie managed to dodge one of Mark’s inaccurate throw and shoved the mud down his back.

            ‘Aaarrrggghhh! Shane help me!’ he yelled. Obliging Shane pulled Vickie away and there Mark saw his chance smearing the mud over her face.

            ‘Aw, man!’ she moaned.

            ‘Lads, don’t stand there like goons come have some fun!’ Shane called, Kian burst into giggles; Shane had mud all over his face making his appearance almost invisible as he was thrown onto his back from Mark and Vickie gang tackling him.

            ‘Ah what the hell.’ Kian shrugged jogging to the group and tackled Mark from behind they fell face first into the mud.

            ‘Sandwich!’ Vickie and Shane cheered jumping on top.

            ‘Get off!’ Mark yelped struggling beneath their weight. One by one, Shane, Vickie and Kian peeled off and Mark stood up.

            ‘There goes our game of football,’ Michael remarked joining them.

            ‘Yeah, anyway I should probably get back to the hotel for a much needed shower. If my mum catches me looking like this she’ll throw a fit,’ Vickie said.

            ‘The toilets are near by in that building,’ Kian pointed.

            ‘Or why don’t you come around to my parents’ place?’ Mark asked.

To be continued...