Part two - Discovery House - 10:08pm to 10:08pm and 30 seconds
Two
It was a DATE!!!!
BOOM BOOM THUD THUD KHAH KHAH WOOOO WHOOOOOO.
It was a date with Lisa Pembrooke
BOOM BOOM THUD THUD KHAH KHAH WOOOO WHOOOOOO.
She was seventeen and his for tonight, meal at seven, movies at eight and home for ten thirty. That was the deal from her dad, stuffy git. Was he never young?
BOOM BOOM THUD THUD KHAH KHAH WOOOO WHOOOOOO.
The dance music thundered out of the speakers like a storm of sound. Its top end was crisp, every hi-hat, every click and cymbal could be heard. This was music for a young generation and it was true, Sam Woodgate had just turned eighteen. He liked the monotonous rhythm especially the bass thud that made him feel as if something was trying to break out of his chest. Sam nodded his head in time to the beat and tubed his lips making a white noise sound to keep in time with the hi-hat. These actions were automatic in him whenever this music came on, whether it was in his bedroom or the local shopping arcade, he would always dip his head like a nodding dog. He was concentrating on tying the laces on his shoes, something he was still mastering, and placed his right foot on to the bed and bent over slightly. His thin hair fell over his ears and eyes and tried to restrict his sight. Sam pushed his hair back over his head only for it to fall back into the annoying place it once started. Then he stopped what he was doing, this was his favorite bit.
CHUKKA CHUKKA CHUKKA BOOM DOOM BOOM EVERY BODY MOVE YOUR BODY ERRGNN
The joy of singing along was only comparable to Friday nights in with pizza, chips and one of those European child coming of age films, which were usually French. Here came the chorus again.
CHUKKA CHUKKA CHUKKA BOOM DOOM BOOM EVERY BODY MOVE YOUR BODY ERRGNN
He put some blue gunk in his hair and that was it, he had finished. Sam straightened up and stood in front of the full length mirror built into his wardrobe. He was perfection. His black shoes were tied and polished, his trousers pressed and buttoned up, the last thing he would want is to sit down and find his under-crackers staring back at him through his unbutton fly. His colourfull shirt looked smart, the design cut across his chest and ended in a point just below the midriff. His hair was slightly gelled and loosely slicked back, dark thin hair his mother wanted to cut but it was only past his ears and he couldn’t see what all the fuss was about, but that’s what mothers do, fuss. He checked his fly for a second time, oh god please don’t let me walk out tonight with my shirt sticking out of my pants he thought. Oh no, his pants, what had he done? He looked again, he couldn’t believe what he’d done. After spending a good part of an hour getting ready he had spoilt it all by tucking his shirt into his trousers, he only did this for school. The shirt, with a subtle tie-dye design on a cream background, had cost him sixty pounds from 'Bobby’s designer clothes'. The shirt was a ‘Don-Puan’ how many people could say they had one? Not many, he thought, and there it was, the bloody thing tucked into his trousers. He scrambled it out and hung it loose over his belt.
“Oh God no,” Sam said to himself. “It’s ruined, I can’t go out now.”
The creases in the shirt looked back at him, he never tucked his shirts in, what was he thinking? Sam thought fast. If I could iron it just a little, he thought, maybe Lisa won’t notice. It was a plan worth trying, The sweat was building on his brow. He ran into the kitchen and after fifteen minutes of hard toil he managed to find the iron and plug it in. It can’t be very hard, he thought, he’d seen his mother do it countless times, plug in, press on and move back and forth, easy, just like having sex apparently, or at least that’s what his grandma said. The iron was hotting up, he’d taken his shirt off and he had forty-five minutes to iron it before his bus arrived. No problem, he thought.
Part two of 'Discovery House' continues here
"Pass me my inhaler...quickly.”
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