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Hi love_2003, thanks so much for taking the time to comment, it's really appreciated. I'm so glad you're enjoying the story. Don't worry, we'll be hearing more about Tara soon - not in the next update, but probably in the one after that. Hope you enjoy the next update.
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Update is below, same disclaimers apply. Unbeta'd and please accept my apologies for the iffy grammar around speech. I'll read up on it before the next udpate so hopefully it should get better. Enjoy.
Chapter 7
Dan and I wandered lazily through Hampstead Heath’s sun-bleached woods, the merry chirp of tits and wood pigeons announcing our arrival to all the hidden ground-dwellers we passed by; squirrels and voles, rabbits and frogs. The warm spring days had rendered the ground hard and the crackle of bone-dry branches and crisped leaves lay claim to our every stride. The sweet scents of honeysuckle and lavender hung in the air and I inhaled deeply of their gifts, glad to be in the great outdoors on such a day.
As we approached a grassland, the vibrant hues of cornflowers and rhododendrons delighted us as they swayed in the breeze, and I eagerly soaked up all the local flora and fauna, clearing my mind of recent missteps and malfunctions.
It is true to say that I felt slightly awkward being alone with Dan though, all our previous contact having taken place within the confines of the workplace. I was always more comfortable with people in familiar surroundings, the common topics of the work we were doing providing a handy fall-back position for when conversation dried up.
We walked for about an hour, enjoying the scenery, chatting about nothing in particular, and basking in the mid-day sun before we settled on a spot for our picnic. The gentle sloping bank, surrounded by trees and shrubs, was close enough to one of the Heath’s many ponds to throw snacks to the local birdlife.
Once the food was unpacked, and the bottle of wine that Dan had secretly been harbouring was uncorked, we happily eyed our bounty.
“Wow, this all looks great babe. I do love a girl who knows how to picnic.” With that, Dan dove in and savaged a chicken leg a la Henry VIII.
I laughed at his silliness and plumped for a slice of homemade Spanish tortilla. “Mmm, not bad though I do say so myself.” I found, slightly to my surprise, that I was enjoying the day more than I expected, Dan proving to be an entertaining and amiable companion.
It did not take long to eat our fill and before too long we found ourselves at the water’s edge, leisurely lobbing nibbles of bread and leftovers to the lucky graylags and coots, mallards and moorhens that made the Heath their home.
“Do I know how to treat a lady or what? Come on Mrs Moorhen, this tasty titbit is just for you sweetie,” Dan gallantly announced.
“Yep,” I chortled, “you sure know how to spoil a girl, it doesn’t get much better than stale bread and half eaten chicken legs.”
Dan turned to me in mock outrage, “Hey, laugh all you like, but I’ll have you know I am considered quite the charmer with the ladies. Many have fallen at my feet following a slap-up meal at the local Harvester of their choice.”
“Probably due to food poisoning,” I deadpanned.
We both cracked up and continued to slurp our wine and lob food to the ducks, their local rivalries flaring over apple cores and soggy sandwiches.
By the time the assembled throng had polished off the leftovers I was feeling rather merry, the wine, the sunshine and the good company, going to my head a little. Under normal circumstances, I would have worried that I was being too forward, too familiar with someone that I really did not know that well but I stole myself and stamped down on the thought, determining to ignore past hurts. I’m allowed to have fun aren’t I? I asked myself, praying I would not regret it.
“So I was thinking, we could take a turn about the gardens at Kenwood and then head home for Pimms and the latest tunes from the Hit Parade. What say you Mr Ladykiller?” I reeled off in my best posh accent, my reservations thankfully at bay.
“Why I don’t mind if we do Madam, and may I be so bold as to request the first dance?”
“But of course, I would love to watch you make a tit of yourself whilst you take the first dance.” The wine was clearly making me feel quite bold, and we were both in fits again as we eventually made our way up to Kenwood House and attempted to walk off our mild inebriation.
By the time we got back to the flat, we were both in a fine humour, having enjoyed the walk and each other’s company.
“Make yourself at home Dan, I’ll just sort out a jug of Pimms and stick a record on.”
“Okay babe, I’ll be in the garden.” With that Dan disappeared into my room and I started chopping the fruit for our drinks. I have always loved the ceremony involved in making Pimms, the picking of the mint, the chopping of the fruit, and it felt nice to have someone other than myself to make it for, for once. I stopped my preparations for a second, a haze coming unbidden to my eyes, as Tara infiltrated my mind and I thought how I would love to be going through the ritual for her, rather than Dan. I winced at the thought, feeling guilty for almost wishing Dan away. A determined shake of the head saw me return to the job at hand and within a few minutes the honey-coloured drink was ready and a smile had returned to my face.
I deposited the jug with Dan before I ducked my head back into my room and decided what to listen to. I figured the mood called for something upbeat, to shake off any lingering cobwebs caused by the miles we had walked and the heat of the day.
I perused my collection and smiled widely when I hit upon the very thing. “Today,” I thought, “this song coulda been written for me.” It was a wonderful feeling, and when the first few lines of Nina Simone’s ‘Ain’t Got No (I Got Life)’ rang out they were instantly joined by Dan and I murdering those beautiful words with our brutal bellows.
And that was how Tara found us when she entered the garden through the back gate.
The sounds of hands clapping, a foot tapping and a third voice joining our chorus saw my eyes snap open and my words to falter. Tara just looked at me, her eyes truly shining as her musical voice was strong and sure, hitting every note and nuance. I would have been embarrassed if I had not been so busy being spellbound. My mouth was emitting nothing but a hoarse sort of monotone rumble and it took all of my willpower to not just stare and revel in the vision before me. Eventually, I vaguely joined in again at Tara’s silent bidding only for Dan to suddenly jump to his feet and join in the clapping with vigour, his uncoordinated dancing surprising me for the second time in as many minutes.
“Yee haw.” Dan ended with a flourish as we all started laughing and giving ourselves and each other a well-deserved round of applause.
“I take it you two have had a fun day?” Tara was smiling expectantly at me and I just nodded like an idiot. Her eyes seemed to be asking me a question but the sudden shock of seeing her and the adrenaline that was still bouncing around my insides all served to prevent me from making sense of it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a similar expression on Dan’s face.
Finally, Tara took matters into her own hands and the penny finally dropped. “Hi, I’m Tara, Willow’s flatmate.” She reached out her hand towards Dan who shook it enthusiastically.
“Oh, err..,” was all I managed before Dan put me out of my monosyllabic misery, my head still tingling with confusion.
“Hiya, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Dan, Willow’s singing coach,” Dan answered as seriously as possible.
Tara looked surprised for just the briefest of moments before firing back, “Is that what you call that? I thought the local fox population were holding a love-in.”
“I am a local fox.” Dan raised his eyebrows flirtatiously and I just watched the exchange dumbly, not really sure of what was happening. With a pang, I felt my social inadequacies reasserting themselves and my good mood evaporating. I can not be sure, and I never did ask her, but I had a feeling that Tara saw this and so switched her focus back to me. I like to think that that is what happened anyway.
“How was the walk? You look like you caught the sun a little bit.” Her voice was gentle, dispelling any possibility that she may have been making fun of what I was sure must have been a healthy burn.
“Oh God,” I groaned, “I burn so easily, I probably look like a lobster…. an enraged lobster. I forgot to…,” If I was not the colour of a lobster before, I was fairly certain I was after that little outburst.
“No you don’t,” she cut me off, looking directly at me, “and a little colour suits you.” My heart nearly stopped and my breathing slowed somewhat. In the distance, the whirr of an aeroplane’s engines sounded as if they were moving in slow motion. I mumbled something, looking away, completely at a loss for what I should say when Dan proclaimed, “More drinks.” The welcome interruption saved me and I quickly ran inside to get a glass for Tara, glad of the diversion.
I took a minute to go to the bathroom and compose myself. I threw a little water on to my face and noticed that Tara was right, I did not look like a lobster and maybe a little colour did suit me.
Within another minute I had rejoined our little group and had regained some of my former happy mood. Looking at Tara, dressed casually in her cut-off jeans, plain white vest and sandals, it was impossible not to I guessed.
We whiled away another couple of hours in the garden, alternately choosing suitably summery tunes and making a serious dent in the bottle of Pimms Dan had generously provided. It was a good afternoon, a fun afternoon.
And then Dan innocently asked, “Do you have any plans to go to any festivals this year?”
I was taken by surprise at the sudden change in conversation and fumbled for a response, “Oh, er no, no plans. You?”
“Well I’m hoping to go to Glastonbury, if I can get a ticket that is. And there are a couple of day festivals in the city I was thinking about.”
“Wow, that should be amazing. I mean, I’ve heard Glastonbury’s pretty much the best festival in the world.” I nodded my head in confirmation of my statement, having nothing else to say on the subject as I had never once so much as entertained the idea of going to a festival. Big crowds scared me a little and I was convinced that I would not be able to negotiate the practicalities of attending such an event. And if I was being really honest with myself, the idea of being surrounded by so many ‘cool,’ and no doubt ‘beautiful,’ people intimidated me.
“Why don’t you come with? We can party like it’s 1999 and dance like no one’s looking.”
“What, me come to Glastonbury?” My inner retard raised it’s ugly head as I battled to wrap my mind around the question.
“Sure, why not? It’s such a great weekend, you’ll love it.”
“Er, I don’t think so Dan.” My stomach lurched and I could feel myself becoming flustered at Dan’s question, unsure of how to explain my objections to his offer. A part of me screamed to accept, to just go with the flow and allow myself to have a good time. But the other, much bigger part of me, stamped down the idea like a metal toe-capped boot on an already dying fly, and ordered me to put away such foolish notions.
“Aww, come on, I can’t think of a single person who’d love it more. There’s so much music and other stuff going on. It’s just made for you.”
“Um, I just er, don’t really like the idea of festivals to be honest.” It was a weak excuse and Dan looked deflated by it but he would not be put off that easily.
“Tell you what, why don’t I mail you the link to the website and you can check it out before making a decision?”
I squirmed as I desperately tried to hold it together. Jesus, please just take no for an answer, I inwardly cried. “Dan, honestly, I just don’t fancy it.”
“I’ll send you the link anyway, it can’t hurt can it?” Oh God, "what is it gonna take to get through to him?" I wondered.
“You know Dan, I really don’t think she wants to go. Maybe you should just leave it.” There was no malice in Tara’s words, just a clear instruction to drop the subject. I could have kissed her for it right there and then, even if she had been the blokiest bloke in the world I could have kissed her for it. I smiled gratefully at her and turned to Dan, feeling a new resolve.
“Thanks for the offer Dan, really, it’s just not really my type of thing.”
Dan sensed that resolve and graciously admitted defeat, “Hey no worries babe, I’ll have a sing-song for you when I’m there though.” I felt a wave of affection for him when he said that and was glad the matter ended well.
It wasn’t much longer before our little party broke up and Dan headed home. He gave me a big hug before he went through the door and I returned it warmly. With a wave to Tara he was on his way, whistling ‘I Got Life’ as he went.
Tara was washing up the evidence of our get-together and I went to sit in the kitchen area with her as she washed. She threw me a smile as I sat down on one of the wooden, bench stools.
“You don’t have to do that you know, you should have left it for me,” I said.
“Aww, it’s fine, just a few glasses.” She went back to her washing up and I sat quietly, mulling over the day’s events. When I thought of the slight dispute about Glastonbury I started to frown. Of course, that was when Tara chose to look over again. Sometimes I wondered if she had some kind of sadness-homing-device implanted in the back of her head that she was not letting on about.
“You okay?”
“Oh, er yeah, just thinking.”
“What about?”
I blew out a breath of air and followed it up with a wry smile. “Nothing important.” As an afterthought I added, “Thanks, by the way, for earlier, with Dan. I was worried he’d never get the message about Glastonbury.” There was a definite hint of nervousness in my voice and I let out another breath of air in exasperation.
Tara seemed about to say something but then thought better of it. A second later she turned to me and said “It’s okay you know, not wanting to go?”
I smiled gratefully and quietly replied “Yeah, I know,” though I did not quite believe it.
“Well I think I’m gonna turn in.” I raised myself from the stool, feeling suddenly weary.
“Night, Tara,” I said around a yawn.
Tara turned to me and chuckled. I smiled back. “Sounds like you better had. Night, Willow.”
Before I had rounded the corner on my way to the bathroom Tara spoke again. “Hey, I was thinking of cooking tomorrow night. Um, if you’re not busy, I could cook for you too?”
My tiredness suddenly receded and was overtaken by a burst of happiness. “No, I’m not busy. That would be lovely, thank you.”
We smiled at each other for another second. “That’s settled then. I’ll see you tomorrow Will.”
“Yes you will.”
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