"I'm in love and I don't want to talk to anyone"
a sequel to "Blur"
http://alottawarmheart.livejournal.com/4501.html#cutid1 - Blur
belldom; PG; humour
Author's notes: I'd like to dedicate it to darling
revolt_regain, who is probably not feeling too well right now. I hope this little piece brings a smile on her beautiful lips.
It’s so funny. When I bought an iPhone I thought it was so cool, I thought I looked like a famous (and young) businessman, like that guy who had founded Google. Great, now I’m using the words “iPhone” and “Google” in one sentence. Dear God, was it really me who had been saying that our world is going to collapse because of all the new devices and because of the Computer Generation?
Nonetheless, I look like a fool with it. Like a schoolgirl who stole her Mum’s lipstick. I am a fool, actually. Only a fool buys a phone because it looks good, right?
‘How much for this?’ I ask a shop assistant standing on my right, pointing at some very expensive Swiss watch.
She names a price and I nearly fall down on the shiny floor.
‘It’s a bit expensive, of cause, ‘ she says, noticing my reaction and watching my eyes returning to their normal size, ‘but it’s worth it: it’s so reliable, the diamonds are genuine of cause, 2 point five carats each and there aren’t many copies of this watch round the world. This very model is really unique.’
It has to be, I can’t help thinking.
What about any sales? Isn’t a world economical crisis slowly killing our sinful society these days?
Eh, no, their shop has no sales, she’s sorry. Of cause she’s sorry. She doesn’t know yet that I’m going to buy it.
Oh, I’m SO going to buy it.
I can’t choose between the red one and the black&white one, all the assistants gather around in a circle, trying to do their best to help me and probably silently laughing their asses off. But I don’t care. I just want to buy something really expensive for him as a present for his 31th birthday.
I choose the black&white model in the end. It looks bloody great and really fucking genuine, and I no longer need to stay cynic about it. When love comes into the house, all the normal, realistic and cynical thoughts have to fly right out of the window. Otherwise you’re fucked. Though when love comes near you you’re already fucked, so maybe there’s no point in doing anything afterwards. Maybe.
‘I’m gonna wrap it in a paper bag, okay? Which color do you prefer? The red one? Oh yes, that’s a perfect choice.”
I’ve made a perfect choice, my dear Dominic. Now you’re going to melt down and fall right into my arms. You just have to, why else would I spend that much?
I take a taxi and instantly regret it. There’s a giant traffic jam in the middle of M25, so I take out my iPhone and call his cell phone.
‘Hey, Matt, ‘he says cheerfully, ‘how’s it going?’
How do you think it’s going, blondie?
‘It’s fine, thanks. What about you? Are you at home?’
‘Yep, I decided to stay inside. It’s freezing in London, you’ll be very glad to discover it yourself when you get out of the car. What have you been doing at the airport, by the way? I thought your plane landed years ago.’
Nothing special, asshole, I just bought a $ 16000 worth Swiss watch for you.
‘Just hanging around, doing some shopping…’
‘Can I pick you up?’
Why would you want to pick me up now, when I’m already in a damn cab?
‘No, thanks, I’m already on my way. You should probably get ready.’
‘I am ready. I’ve been waiting for you.’
There’s a long silence. What does he mean by that?
‘Dom, there’s something I wanted to say, but not like this, not by phone, sitting in a cab of cause. ‘
‘Just say it. Or give me a hint, at least.’
I love you.
‘That night… it wasn’t just a night. It was-ehhh--special. You know?’
There’s even a longer silence.
‘Was it?’
‘Yes, for me it was. I loved it.’
‘I loved it, too. Look, I’ve got to go, I’m like, cooking something here, so…’
‘You’re cooking for me?’
‘For us rather, yeah. Just give me a call when you get to my flat, I’ll help you with the baggage. Cheers.’
I nearly drop the fancy iPhone. The traffic is still heavy.