Dream Story - Part 9

I was in the shopping centre looking at some clothes with Shelly when I saw Missy looking at some jeans.
"Ah!" I hid behind Shelly which was quite easy since she is taller than me.
She saw me anyway."Hey, you! Yeah, you! Don't go hiding from me! I know you don't want to be friends with me any more! Why, eh?! Is it a class thing?! Is it coz I am from the ghetto?!"
"You're not from the ghetto!" Shelly insisted.
"No!" I told her, putting a hand over her mouth, she squirmed away, "I'm not allowed to see you any more because my parents think you are a bad influence," I sounded embarrassed, putting my hand on my neck.
"Oh, right," she seemed to have calmed down a bit now, "So it's really not your fault?"
"No! Thank you!" I sighed putting my hand out and rolling my eyes.
"See you around then," Missy walked off with some jeans covered in blue gems to the check out desk.
I bought some green, mini shorts and Shelly got some pink perfume.
The next day I was glad I had bought the shorts because we were at the side of a heat wave. I was heading out on a trip to London with Rog and it was boiling! Oscar was out at work. He is a tabloid journalist. He was covering the heat wave. It was the hottest it had been in eight years.
I had my green shorts and a white halter-neck on. I loved my lime flip-flops. They matched so perfectly with my new gear. I had some lovely, brown sunglasses from the year before. Roger had a light blue t-shirt, kaki shorts, dark green shades and brown sandals. We stuffed our bags in the back of the convertible and headed off. We stopped off at a cafe and had cappuccinos. We headed off again. It was lovely having the cool breeze in my face.
"These days are what convertibles are for. Totally worth the money!" Roger pulled his shades down off his head.
"Do you want me to drive for a while, you must be getting tired?"
"No thanks, it's alright," he seemed quite happy driving down the many roads to find our way to London.
"Have you ever gone to London before?" I asked.
"Yes, once when I was a little kid with my mum," his eyes welled up.
"Oh, I'm sorry Roger," I rubbed his back.
"No, it's alright."
He grew up with his mum as his role model. She looked after him all his life. He never knew his dad. He left when Roger was a baby. His mother was a teen mum. He says she was very strong and he would never forget it. She taught him that you can reach any goal if you try hard enough.
The sweltering heat was making me sweat a lot. I used a napkin from the cafe as a fan. The engine started to make strange puttering noises as we left Scotland. It was quite strange. We pulled over to check it out.
"What do you think's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know, we seem to be very low on petrol. Where do you think the next petrol station is?"
"I can't see any around."
A while later and the car puttered out.
"Oh! It's leaking!" he was looking under the car.
"Oh no! That's what went wrong!"
"We are going to have to walk into town to find a petrol station I'm afraid. Maybe they can tow us?"
"Alright. We are in Carlisle. There should be one around here somewhere."
"Fancy some shopping here instead?"
"Oh, alright."
We headed for BHS. I bought some lovely pyjamas. He said he was getting me something for my birthday. I sawhim wondering around the Dolce and Gabbana section. Next we headed to New Look. We tried on some mad clothes. Jumping out of the changing rooms and strutting down the middle like a catwalk. I think the Saturday Girls got a bit upset but no worries.
We arrived at Starbucks for a sit down. I ordered hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin off of the cheery waitress.
"How many calories are in that?!" Rog asked.
"I don't care!" I replied.
He had a mineral water and did not touch the very battered looking banana.
"You'll starve!" I poked his stomach.
"Oy! I have noticed they have two cinemas here. Let's check out where the best movie is. I am saving myself for some popcorn!"
"I have never heard someone say that so primly," I held m,y nose up.
He tickled me, "That'll stick!"
"Oh, that's what my dad used to say. Stop it!"
We saw a chick flick. It was not the best but we enjoyed laughing at the bad jokes. we found a great Mexican restaurant next to the train station to eat chicken mayonnaise tortillas with salad in. We had cokes.
We had to come back tomorrow for the car so we headed home on the train.
"Hey, that guy at the petrol station was flirting with you you know!" teased Roger.