I was happily enjoying my tuna mayo sandwich, before I was interrupted by Elliot placing his tray on the table where I was sitting. I carried on eating, minding my own business, when I looked up to see him watching me. I quickly put my hand over my mouth in case I had any food around it.
“Don’t worry, you haven’t got anything around your mouth,” he said with a smile, the corner of his eyes crinkling.
I slowly removed my hand from in front of my mouth and he carried on talking.
“I was just thinking,” he continued, “you’ve lived next to me for how long?”
“About seven years,” I replied, slightly confused.
“And how many times have we spoken?”
“I’d say, including today, about three times.”
“Exactly,” he replied suddenly. “We’ve been neighbours for seven years and we’ve hardly spoken at all.”
“Yep,” I replied, not knowing where he was going with this.
“I think we should have a ‘get to know each other’ session,” he concluded, studying my face to see my reaction to his idea.
After a minute of silence in which I’d looked over to see Roxy sitting with Blake, I nodded my head.
“Yeah, why not.”
“Okay you go first,” he replied.
As usual, when I’m required to think on the spot, my mind went blank. Eventually though, after a few encouraging nods from Elliot, I blurted the first things that came to mind.
“My name’s Lily Emelia Foxglove. I’m fourteen years old and my birthday is the 24th of August. My favourite colour is pink. I love music and my favourite band is ‘One stormy night.’ I lived in Bristol with my Mum and Dad until I was eight, when my Mum met Paul. I then moved to Beer. My Mum and Paul got married and around a year later, my evil half sister Pansy was born. That enough?” I asked, feeling as if I had just recited my life story so far.
“Any hobbies?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested.
“Well music if that counts,” I shrugged, “and I’d love to be a journalist when I’m older.”
“Cool.” His eyes shone with enthusiasm. At least someone’s having fun.
I smiled politely and went back to eating my lunch. After scoffing half a packet of salt and vinegar crisps, I looked up to ask Elliot about himself. It was only fair that I found out about him too. As I opened my mouth to speak though, he yawned.
“Am I keeping you up?” I asked. Waiting for him to respond, I noticed what looked like bags under his eyes.
“No, it’s not you. It’s just that I’m so tired,” he answered. “I haven’t been able to get to sleep lately. All I can hear is talking outside and it’s driving me insane.”
All of a sudden it clicked. If I could hear Paul at night, so could Elliot.
“Did you see who it was talking?” I asked, suddenly full of excitement. I felt my heart beat quicken and a few butterflies enter my stomach.
“I saw three people, but I couldn’t see their faces,” he said, screwing up his face as he tried to remember. “Judging by the voices I would say that it was three men.”
“Could you hear what they were saying?” I asked, desperate to know if Elliot had anymore information than I did. The butterflies multiplied in anticipation.
“I couldn’t hear that clearly,” he replied, “but they were saying something about caves.”
All of a sudden, Roxy ran past our table with tears rolling down her cheeks. My first instinct was to follow her into the toilets where she had gone, but another part of me wanted to stay and talk to Elliot. Deep inside I knew that Roxy was my priority, even if we weren’t speaking.
“I’m really sorry,” I said, standing up and shoving the remainder of my lunch into my bag.
“Where are you going?” Elliot asked, raising his eyebrows.
“A friend needs me,” I replied, slinging my bag over my shoulder and turning in the direction of the toilets.
“Don’t you want to know about me?” he asked, dejectively. He looked stung; his eyes no longer shining.
“Maybe some other time,” I called back over my shoulder.
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