- Firestarter // The Prodigy
I really like this set and story actually. Which means no one else will probably. Mentions of @kkerry
Holly Alexander; November 29
“Evie my love, my heart, my shining angel.” I cried letting myself into her room with a dramatic flourish.
“Yes Holly?” She asked dryly, “What do you want, though you seem to have confused me with Benny there.”
“Well actually now that you mention your brother I need a favour.” I told her, coming to sit next to her on the bed.
“Oh here we go.” She rolled her eyes. I’d like to say it was good-naturedly but I wasn’t actually sure. “What do you want.”
“It’s nothing big.” I fluttered my eyelashes for effect, “I just want his number.”
“You want his number?” She asked seemingly genuinly shocked, “You mean you don’t have his number yet?”
“No.” I pouted.
“Why not?” Evie eyed me suspiciously, “Did things go badly and now you’re resorting to stalking him or something? Because I am not going to facilitate any stalker like behaviour.”
“Oh don’t be such a drama queen.” I rolled my eyes. I should start a list of evidence as to how Evie was more dramatic than Holly.
“Well before I give it to you tell me why you don’t have it.” She basically demanded.
“I didn’t want to ask for it because I don’t like making the first move. It ruins part of the mystery.” I shrugged because how many times did I have to tell my housemates this. Did no one understand.
“Calling him is making the first move.” She pointed out the whole in my logic. But I was desperate now. I hadn’t been when we’d actually gone out, “Maybe he just didn’t want to give it to you.”
“If he doesn’t want to give it to me, he’ll hang up on me. Not your problem.” I shrugged again, more nonchalantly this time, “Please Evie.” I pouted, dragging out her name as much as was physically possible.
“Fine.” She relented, pulling her own phone out, “but only because I know you won’t leave until I give it to you.” She added on.
“Please you know my presences is a gift.” I rolled my eyes, pulling out my phone to create a new contact as she rattled off the number.
“Thank you babe.” I smiled at her charmingly, leaning over to smack a noisy kiss on her cheek before racing from the room, her yelling probably not very nice things (though I don’t know for sure) after me.
Before I’d even reached my bedroom I was tapping out a text message
Hey it’s Holly. Evie gave me your number.
It was cliche and terrible so I sent it without even reading it over before I could wimp out. Or realize what a bad idea this was. Thank god though almost instantaneously I got a reply
Heya Holly. What can I do for you?
Retreating to my room and shutting the door I replied, after leaving a suitable amount of time between his message and mine of course
I’d barely made it to my bed when my phone began to ring. Boy was quick and didn’t question. I liked that
“Hey.” Benny said as soon as I answered the phone before I had a chance to say anything.
“Oh hey.” I said as casually as I could force myself to “Fancy hearing from you.”
“You told me to call you.” He pointed out in a why that was half dry and half genuinely confused.
“No I never.” I shook my head, playing dumb.
“Alright, well I’m sorry to bother you then.” He said playfully as if going to hang up.
“No.” I said straight away (and not missing his chuckle. He wasn’t as desecrate as he thought.) “Actually now that you called I did have a question.” I added, after an acceptable pause.
“Oh yeah.” He teased, “What a coincidence I called then.”
“It’s like we’re psychically linked or something.” I said trying to keep my laughter out of my voice. Unfortunately I was completely unsuccessful.
“Something like that” He laughed, probably at me but he had such a lovely laugh that I didn’t mind “So then what’s the question?” He finally remembered to ask.
“I know you’re more of a soccer guy but do you do cricket?” I asked as casually as I possibly could. Of course I was freaking out about his answer because now that I’d thought of him as an option I really didn’t want anyone else.
“I can follow it.” He said warily, clearly not expecting that to be my question at all, “Why do you ask?”
“Come with me to the Scorchers game.” I said, it coming out more like an order than a request. Oopsy.
“Was that a question or an order?” Benny asked wryly.
“It depends what your answer would be.” I replied coyly, flopping so I was now laying on my back across my bed.
“How could I ever say no to such a lovely request from a lovely girl.” He said, putting extreme emphasis on the word request.
“Then it was defiantly a question.” I giggled, in reply. If I was kicking my legs in the air right now I would be straight out of a teenage movie.
“What date is it?” He asked.
“Sunday the ninth.” I told him, holding my breath as I waited for a reply. Please let him be free, please let him be free.
Because he was Evie’s brother he couldn’t jsut tell me if he was free, instead pausing before saying “Well” and dragging it out as long as a human being could possibly manage “I guess it’s your lucky day because I am free.”
“So is that a yes?” I asked hopefully.
“It’s a yes.” He laughed that lovely laugh of his.
“Oh thank you Benny you are absolutely my favourite person.” I squealed, belatedly realising I might just have squealed into his ear. Oopsy. “I’m sure you know our colour is orange but if you don’t look good in orange don’t bother wearing it. Not everyone is as genetically blessed as I am.” I said cheekily, defiantly teasing him because he was more than just genetically blessed. I’m not sure what more would be, but he was it for sure.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied, thankfully not at all offended, “Want me to pick you up on the day.”
“Yes please if you could be so kind.” I said, unable to keep the grin off my face. Usually I roped one of the boys into dropping me off but this was even better, “The game starts at 5 but if we want parking we should probably get there earlier.” I said, before I was interrupted by a knock on my door.
“Just a second Carson wants something.” I said into the phone, waiting for him to awknowledge that before pulling it away from my ear and covering the mouth piece.
“What?” I asked Carson perhaps a little harsher than necessary, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone?”
“Well yes I do have eyes.” He said, totally used to my sudden attacks of the biatch, “But there’s a guy here that says he’s got a date with you. Colin or something.”
“Well Crap.” I said, having completely forgotten the date even though I was dressed for it, “tell him I’ll be down in a second.”
“Hey Benny, I’m really sorry but I just remember I have something I need to do.” I said, the sympathy in my voice not fake at all.
“What, Hot lunch date or something?” He asked. I could tell he was teasing except he was totally right.
“You’ve got it in one.” I laughed even though well honestly, “I’ll text you the details sometime before the game.”
“Maybe I’ll see you before then.”
“Maybe.” I said, though that was doubtful, as I pulled my shoes on.
“Well I don’t want to keep you.” He said, “Have a good date.”
“I’ll try.” I responded, “Not sure if he’ll measure up to you though.” Truth.
“No one does.” Benny replied arrogantly, “Bye Holly.”
“Bye.” I chirped before he hung up.
Time for yet another date. Hopefully I’d get something out of Colin because he was sweet but not that bright.
I was defiantly looking forward to this cricket game though so I left my room with a little hop in my step. I just knew the Scorchers were going to have a great year.