Page 9 of Molly: Part One
“Fab, look I need to call in that favour you owe me, can you fit me in today? I know it’s last minute but today is the start of a new me and I need you. I’ll explain everything if you can squeeze me in.”
“You mean to say I only get the gossip if I have a slot free today?”
“Um…yeah I guess so. So come on, can you fit me in?” I beg.
“Well lucky for you my last appointment of the day rang in sick, so I’m free from three o’clock this afternoon, any good for you?”
“Yes, that is awesome, thank you so much. I’ll see you then.”
“Okey dokey, see you soon Molls.”
“Oh by the way, we’re going for a change. See you later.”
“Yeah I thought as much. Love ya, bye.”
After Shane has hung up, I do that really embarrassing girly clap and jump up and down thing, I’m very grateful no one can see me. I’m so excited that I’m going to start the new me off with a bang.
Once I’m ready I head downstairs. Ryan must have heard me coming because when I turn the corner I see him taking a tea bag out of a mug and begin to slide it over to the breakfast bar for me. I ignore the tea for now and go straight to Ryan, throwing my arms around his neck.
“Am I forgiven?” he askes cautiously.
“Yes, thank you so much. I can’t believe you did that for me. When did you have time?”
“I woke up early and went for a run, I’m still experimenting with routes around here but I came across a shop on my way back and I thought you could do with some girly shit when you woke up, I also got breakfast,” he says motioning with his hands to the fresh croissants and pain au chocolat on the breakfast bar.
“Yum, I think I’m going to enjoy living here,” I say as I round the breakfast bar and perch myself on the stool.
“So what’s your plan for the day?” I ask Ryan, hoping whatever he says doesn’t involve me because I already know what I need to do today and it needs to be on my own.
“Well, we’re going to get your stuff tonight at seven right?”
“Yes. What about the rest of the day?”
“There isn’t that much of it left now really is there?” he asks sarcastically.
So what, I slept in late, it was a late night. “Yeah alright whatever, just because some of us actually need beauty sleep to look good.”
That makes Ryan smile before he continues. “I need to get your room cleared out so we have somewhere to put your stuff later so I was going to spend the afternoon unpacking and sorting stuff out. What about you?”
“I’ve got a few things I need to do before going to get my stuff. Do you fancy a take away tonight?”
“Yeah sounds perfect. Do you have any furniture to move in downstairs?”
This makes me realise how little I do have, which makes me a little sad. “No, I have no furniture,” I answer sadly.
“Okay. Cancel any plans you have for tomorrow, we are going furniture shopping, I’ll speak to my mate and see if I can borrow his van again.”
“Brilliant, sounds like fun. I’ve never decorated or furnished a room before so I can’t wait.”
“What, you’ve never had a room decorated the way you want it before? Even when you was a kid?” Ryan asks sounding shocked.
“No, my mum used to get an interior designer to come and re-do the house every five years or so, so obviously I never got a choice. It was always what the latest fashion was at the time. Susan and Pete had the flat above Cocoa’s refurbished before we moved in and Max had been living in his place for a while and liked it the way it was, he didn’t want any ‘girly shit’ around.”
“Right, well here is your chance then, you’d better get thinking.”
After breakfast I say goodbye to Ryan and head out, promising I’d be back about six. I am not looking forward to going back to the flat, last night already seems like a lifetime ago but it will be good to close the door on that part of my life and move on. Today is the start of the new me and it has to start with a visit to some of my favourite people.
As I drive down the street I grew up on I make sure not to slow down in front of my parents house, it’s not like I expect them to be on the look out. Dad will be working and Mum with be socialising with Oxford’s elite somewhere. I have hardly any good memories of that house and don’t intend on making any now. As I pull into the Morrison’s driveway however I begin to smile, I love this house, the people inside and all the memories I have of growing up here.
