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Golden Delicious

Novel By: PurpleSky

(FINISHED) Tom is perfect for Ebby. He's smart, handsome, funny, charming, everything she could possibly want in a man. But there's only one slight problem...he's her mum's boyfriend. View table of contents...

Submitted:Nov 17, 2013    Reads: 1,062    Comments: 3    Likes: 6   

"Is it really sad that I'm really excited?" Trish gleams giddily when I open the door. She has a plastic bag of what I'm guessing is sweets and chocolates in her hand.
I laugh and step aside so she can come in. "It's been so long since we last did this."
"Too long!" she agrees, pointing her finger at me as she steps in. She drops the bag on the sofa and takes in the room. "Ooooh, it's so cute!"
"You mean small." I close the door.
"Nooo, I mean cute and cosy." Her eyebrows wiggle. "You been getting cosy with Tom, aye?"
I feel myself blush and I roll my eyes.
"How've you been anyway since he's been gone?" she asks, flopping onto the sofa and making some of the contents of the bag spill onto the floor.
I frown and sink down next to her. "I've been trying to keep myself busy. Went shopping the other day for more clothes." Yep. New clothes. I still haven't found the courage to go to my house and face my mum to get my old clothes.
I grab a family sized bar of Galaxy and inspect the wrapper. "We Skype as much as he can but it's not very often."
"Ahh…" Trish winks. "So you've been doing the ol' cyber nasty?"
I give her a quizzical look. "The what what?"
"The cyber nasty." She squints at me, confused. "Y'know…cam to cam." She looks me up and down, purrs and winks.
To this, my jaw drops with astonishment. "No. No we haven't!"
She laughs. "Don't be all coy with me, Ebs. I already know about your folder. This is nothing new. Trust me."
"But we haven't."
Her face falls. "You…haven't?"
"Oh, well…you should. Surely you're not satisfied with the folder now you've had the real thing."
"Actually…I don't even have the folder anymore. It's at home."
"Well then you have to do it!" she exclaims, getting all giddy at the concept which seems pretty weird to me considering the topic of conversation.
"I don't know…" I say warily at the thought.
"C'mon it's fun."
I cough on air. "You've done it?"
She gives me a look as if to say 'who, me?' then says, "Of course I have!"
"Really?" I think a little more, warming up to the idea but then I shake my head. "I don't think it's really Tom's thing."
"Well then make it his thing."
"He's more of a romantic…" I think back to our discussion after he played out my policeman fantasy. But he did say he was open to more suggestions…
Trish sighs and looks to the telly which is currently off. "Well, he's gone for another week so it's either cam sex or watching his catwalk over and over again until it gets you off." She peers at me, raising her eyebrow. I start to blush. My stomach flutters at the thought of teasing Tom through a screen and seeing what I'm missing, but I don't know if they're excited or nervous butterflies. "Anyway." Trish slaps her thighs, snapping me out of my thought bubble. "Got some ice cream? Set up the recording and I'll scoop us some bowls." She gets up and heads to the kitchen. I grab the remote and find Tom's runway recorded, paused just before he comes on. I had it ready for when Trish came by. I haven't seen him yet. I'm so excited!

"Right." Trish drops down beside me and hands me the bowl, her emerald eyes bright and searching the frozen screen. "Press play!"
"Why are you so eager?" I laugh.
"Because I wanna see Tom doing his thing." She shoves a spoon of ice cream in her mouth and turns to me. "He's hot."
I giggle. He is hot. And mine.
We snuggle up under a blanket I found shoved in the wardrobe as we watch the models strutting their stuff.
Tom turns the corner and starts to sashay up the catwalk in a black suit tailored to perfection.
"Oh…my…God…" we both breath out, mesmerised. The camera flashes bounce off his face making his features even more sharp and pronounced.
"Holy crap. Eb…" Trish mumbles to her spoon of ice cream poised at her lips. Her eyes are wide and stuck to the screen.
"What?" I flicker my eyes to her only for a second before they jump straight back to Tom.
"I think I'm in love with your boyfriend…"
I laugh. "Back off missus."
"When you're on Skype, how do you not tell him to strip for you? I mean, the opportunities right there."
"I don't know. I guess I'm more focussed on how his career is going," I reply with a laugh.
She finally dips the spoon into her mouth. "He can talk while he strips…"
I narrow my eyes at the ice cream in front of me when my head starts to feel a little light. "Did you put alcohol in the ice cream?"
She shifts her eyes to me with a shy grin. "Maybe…"
I laugh. "I've missed this."
Her grin widens. "Me too!"

Trish leaves at ten and I'm sat alone on my bed with my mobile in my hand. I'm pretty sure I can blame the alcohol but I'm actually contemplating calling my mum. Her number is up on the screen. All I have to do is press call…
I press it.
Oh crap.
I hold the phone to my ear.
My heart is pounding.
My palms are sweating.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!
My heart sinks and I throw the phone onto the pillow.
Well, that was an anti-climax.
I guess I should have seen that coming.


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