I was proud of you when the votes were counted. The look on your face when we danced told me that the rented dinner jacket was worth its weight in Cherry Lambrini stains. But mostly, it was just when the papers were scattered across the living room floor and everyone was laughing in agreement at the reasons on them.
Seeing Aaron out the window listening to his brick. He was walking next Louise and she was talking but it was shamefully obvious he was paying very little attention and concentrating more on Modest Mouse or MIA. He looked up from watching his new 'Alex B' shoes and waved at me. Giving me the best of his Aaron-smiles, his eyes seemed to tell me something; a message i couldn't identify. I waved back and turned to look at Soph to see her sat opposite. She was moodily out of the bus window looking at something but clearly taking no notice of it. To someone who knows her, you could tell she was having happy thoughts. To someone who doesn't, you would think she was ready to cry.
The look on the face of Ben 'He's so deeeep' Pickles when his younger sibling was pounding his back with her fist screaming "GO AND GET A HOMOSEXUAL LIFE PISS-FEATURES!" I, regrettably, saw the whole thing from my seat at the top of he stairs in KenfordDrive.. (all one word, as it now gets referred to as nothing else). Her dusty old keyboard perched on my knee, tears streamed down my face and i had to control myself as i made an attempt to distract her with my musical talents, an impression of the boy that started the conflict in the first place. It was pure coincidence that he was, unbeknown to us all, about to knock on her front door. I've never laughed as much in my life.
The memorable, yet somewhat hazy, moment i first saw the lake at Alton Towers. In all its misty-mid-autumn glory. This moment was followed by a row over which way was the quickest to get to the most sought after ride of the day.
Walking through the quad. Ipod ear to me, iPod ear to her. I told the story of Egan and Jenny. I told her all about the story behind the song and how i though she might like it. I remember seeing the reflection of her in Vardens black curtained window - the brief-glance looking glass of every image conscious teenager at Byrchall. I saw her look in to it. To this day, i don't know whether i imagined her wiping a tear from her eye.. or whether it actually fell. Concluding, and symbolising that she had heard enough, she removed the headphone and said these exact words; It's a nice song if you have something to relate it to.
Driving into Glasgow with my dad. Seeing the run down estates and the local people going about their daily lives. His football anthems CD was on in his old car and i was sat in the front seat questioning my sanity. I couldnt quite remember what i was thinking when i agreed to come along. Maybe it was just my willingness for a drive? I dont know. But i remember seeing the Ibrox stadium. My dads face lit up as he pulled into a parking space. He knew his way around the these streets as if he'd lived there all his life. I realised my father dearest wasnt in his home-town. He wasnt even in his own country. But he felt so at home and complete in this city that he jumped out the car as if held at gun point. It was clear, my dad loved it here. I could just tell.
Country roads in Newquay. My heart stopped when i saw Lusty Glaze. Greenday's album American Idiot was pretty much the soundtrack to what would turn out to be the most life-changing week of my life.
Sat in a corner of a grubby on-site pub. My nearest and dearest around me. Phone on the table next to a luke-warm bottle of WKD. The meatloaf tribute act blasting away a version of a classic. As the songs changed his muffled voice pounded over the speaker system announcing his next ensamble. I had other things on my mind. Clarris looked at me slyly. She knew what was coming. A rendition of 'No matter What' began in the back ground as i read the text on my phone. From that moment onwards, my life had been changed. To put a good end to the perfect week.
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