A young girl looks at her watch, feeling as uncomfortable as the young boy next to her. Eleven fifty seven, it’s never going to happen.
“Hi!” a young boy says with an un-disguisable nervous tone.
“Alright!” a young girl replies. A long awkward silence feels as though it will last forever.
“I couldn’t help but notice your watch” the words tumble from a young boy’s mouth. The girl looks at him puzzled. “I mean, I have one that is very similar.” A young boy pulls up his right arm of his jumper and flashes the watch about.
“Ohhh, very nice.” A young girl replies not very impressed and unsure about the situation. She has a quick look up and the street just to check there’s nothing waiting for her.
A young boy quickly changes subject. “So are you waiting for anyone?” a young boy waits in hope that the young girl won’t say ‘my boyfriend’.
“No one special, you?”
“Same!” a young boy smiles. “So, where did you get your watch?”
“I don’t know, had it last Christmas. When did you get yours” a young girl answers with curiosity but mainly to be polite.
“I got mine last Christmas too. I was hoping you could tell me so I could go check out how much it was.” A young boy takes a look at his watch again. Twelve should have happened by now. “I’ve got the terrible feeling that I’ve been stood up. They were meant to be here at twelve, they always let me down.” A young boy looks down at the floor, hurt.
“Don’t worry, it always happens to me all the time too.” The young boy looks up again and a young girl smiles. “I’m Jenna.” A young girl puts out her hand, still smiling. “Jenna Smith!”
“I’m Paul Smith, although it’s not really a coincidence as Smith is such a common last name.” a young boy says, surprised.
“Well Paul, being stood up wasn’t all bad. I got to make a new friend.” A young girl flshes a great big grin at the young boy.
“True” a young boy agrees.
A young girl takes one more frantic look up and down the street. Nothing ever changes, but the town looked less packed. A young girls pulls a card out of her coat pocket and hands it to the young boy.
“Here, call me next time you get stood up. Its been really nice speaking to you Paul. Hope to speak to you soon. Goodbye!” and off she went into the crowd.
A young boy stood by a old-fashioned cinema watchs the young girl walk out of his life. Beep! Beep! He pulls out a message from the guilty party.
A young girl, not looking back at the young boy, walks down the street. Beeo! Beep! She pulls out her phone hoping for an explination.
Listen I’m Sorry, I’e gone and spoilrd your
Surprise now. Looks like it will always be the
Same. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it
Love Dad
They roll their eyes. He always says that. A young girl walks back to find the young boy. A young boy looks around for the young girl.
You can forget about family and think of the new friends.