Truncated - Part Seven!
Title: Truncated
Part: Seven
Description: As Kevin solves the electricity problem, he doesn't seem to be his usual self. Why? Maybe it has something to do with Sophie finally getting her feelings out to Sian. Or maybe it's something entirely different. It's probably that - what a dog.
Rating: Fine for all! :)
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Kevin shook his head, flicking the tripped switch. There was no power-cut, something had just made the electricity turn itself off, and all it took to fix it was to simply switch it back on. 'Have I raised dull daughters? Honestly, a tripped switch,' he thought to himself, 'such a easy problem to fix.' He was just about to head upstairs to tell Sophie and Rosie everything was done when his phone interrupted his thoughts. It vibrated in his pocket, and to him it was the loudest thing in the room. He jumped slightly, before bringing himself back under control. Kevin knew he couldn't afford such slip-ups in front of any of his family. Quickly pulling the phone out, his eyes ran over the text message he'd received. She was going to meet him later on, he just had to find an excuse. Another excuse. It felt like all he was doing these days. Excuses excuses excuses. Tucking the phone safely away again, he headed up the stairs to his daughters, trying to push Molly out of his head - and failing.
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Giggling softly, Sophie rolled over on her bed. "Yes, I'm sure! I never call anyone, Sian. I've got more than enough minutes left. Besides, if I had to go over my minutes just to carry on talking to you, I'd do it every time." Sian's reply coloured her cheeks and she smiled widely. "You're such a charmer! The bo--" Sophie stopped mid-sentence, unsure of how to word what she was going to say. She felt like she was seconds away from ruining the unbelievable mood they'd created, but if she didn't say it Sian might get the wrong impression. 'The wrong impression? You're such a weirdo. You've been flirting all this time. With a girl. Ugh.' Sophie's eyes widened - flirting? She was about to start worrying, but when she heard Sian whisper down the phone, all her thoughts turned back to the blonde. 'Who cares if I have been flirting, she's amazing. And beautiful. So, so beautiful.'
"Of course I'm still here! I was just going to say, the boy who gets you is going to be the luckiest boy ever." Sophie felt her stomach plunge, and wished she'd never said it. Sian's silence made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She was about to blurt out something, anything, when Sian muttered a reply. The fire in Sophie's stomach kicked back to life, and just as she opened her mouth to stutter a response, her bedroom door opened roughly.
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"Soph, it was the flipping trip switch! Have I taught you nothing over the years? I'm busy, I'm in work, you can't just call me over for anything you can't do!" Kevin leaned his head out of Sophie's room an inch or two, adding, "And you better be listening too, Rosie!" He turned back to look at Sophie, and after realising she was lying on her bed, bright red with a giddy smile (that she'd quickly wiped from her face), he questioned, "What's got into you?" Sophie looked crestfallen; she stammered,
"N-nothing Dad, just on the phone."
"Yeah, who to? It better not be some lad, Soph. I've told you, you're too young." Kevin put extra force on the last words, to which Sophie quickly shouted,
"No Dad! It's not a lad! It's a friend, so stop stressing! What's got into you?" She looked at him questioningly, but Kevin just shook his head, telling her,
"There better not be a boy on the scene Sophie. I'm warning you - and him." Kevin slammed her door shut, leaving Sophie looking perplexed, and hurt. He walked over to Rosie's door, and, not bothering to open it, just banged his fist against it shouting, "Rosie, you too! Don't think I haven't got an eye on you either!"
"Alright Dad, just leave it yeah?!" Rosie shouted back, and Kevin just sighed and headed back downstairs.
He realised he was taking his frustration out on his daughters, but he couldn't change the way things were. His marriage to Sally was stale, and he had become bored. Molly, his best friend's wife and next-door neighbour, had made herself readily available, and Kevin couldn't possibly have turned her down. When he thought about it, he felt wretched, but there was nothing he could do now. He loved Molly, not Sally, and not being able to truly express that was agonising. He desperately didn't want to rip apart the family he'd created, but at the same time he wanted to follow his heart. As he reached the lower level of his house, his phone vibrated again. He selfishly forgot about Sally, Sophie and Rosie, and turned his entire attention to Molly - the one he truly cared about.
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"He didn't sound too happy..." Sian ventured quietly, following Sophie's silence. "Are you alright, Soph?" Sian felt like her heart was breaking; the way Sophie's Dad had spoken to her had made Sian want to jump to her defense, somehow protect her from his words. Sophie mumbled a reply, and Sian whispered, "Come on Soph, keep smiling, please? At least you haven't got a boy at the moment! Otherwise you really would be in trouble." Sian laughed along with Sophie, before accidentally adding, "And so would I."
The silence hung in the air as Sian scrabbled to cover herself. 'WHAT THE HELL, SIAN. What did you even mean by that?!' She couldn't think of anything she could say - Sian was convinced she'd pretty much messed everything up now. She half-expected Sophie to hang up. Sophie's reply came, a question, and Sian bit into her lip, trying to formulate the perfect response. "I, er... I meant that because your Dad thought I was the boy, he'd probably have stolen the phone, come and given me hell, shouted at me and maybe even deleted my number or something from your phone... that's what I meant!" 'Nice save, I'm actually quite impressed.' "That's what I meant. I didn't mean anything like I fancy you or anything. Or anything like that." 'And then you go and spoil it. You deserve an award, Powers.'
Sian's heart felt as though it was slowing down. She'd said the words "I fancy you" to Sophie - except with a negative connotation. This wasn't how she'd seen the conversation going. Sophie had remained silent on the other end of the phone, and Sian felt this was her only chance to salvage the mess she'd made. "Not that I don't fancy you. Wait. Uh, I mean, you're pretty. You know that, right? You're really pretty. I said that before, didn't I? I don't..." Sian took a deep breath, ready to try - again - to stop sounding like a fool, when Sophie cut in.
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"Sian, I think I know what you're saying. I think. I'm always thinking. About you. I know this is the first time we've ever talked on the phone, but it's just... it feels like the millionth time, right? I get this feeling when I'm talking to you. I feel it in my stomach, my heart, my head, even my spine. I know, spine, weird, but I can't explain it. It's... I've never felt it before. You're my best friend, even though I've never met you. When I saw you on webcam, it was so surreal. It was like I was looking at you in the same room as me. I don't know what I'm saying. The feeling scares me, but it's a good scared. An exciting scared. I so hope this is what you were gonna say. Or something like it. Maybe it wasn't. Oh, God." Sophie clamped her mouth shut, not daring to risk another word coming out of it. She waited for what felt like forever for Sian to reply, but instead there was nothing. Sophie whispered, just loud enough for Sian to hear at a strain, "You're stunning. I like you. Like, like like." She stopped, before sighing loudly. "I-I'm sorry. You obviously weren't going to say that, were you? I know, I understand, I've looked into this too much. Mistaken love for care, and all that. I'm sorry, Sian."
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"L-Love, Soph? Did you say love?"
"I didn't mean--"
"I like like you too. I think. It's all happening so fast. Yesterday I had no idea what your voice sounded like. Now... I feel like I couldn't live without it. Without you, in my life. It's like I shouldn't feel this for you, but I've tried stopping it, I really have. And I can't. Should I try harder? Should I let myself feel this for you? Do you feel it?" A pause, silence.
"Yeah, I think. I've never fallen for... wait, Sian... should we just let it flow? See what happens? I don't even know what... how tall you are, or anything." A shared laugh.
"I love talking to you, Soph. The girl with the beautiful name."
"It's all about talking to you, the girl with the beautiful smile." A wide beam, pause. Forgotten, but never truly forgotten. Normality. "Tell me about your bedroom, I'm curious."
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Weird part, right? Kevin focus, bleh it was horrid to write but it has to be done for the future. You did all say you wanted them to meet up, right? :) Hope you all enjoyed it, sorry for the wait - MERRY CHRISTMAS MY BEAUTIFUL READERS. :D <3 ♥
Part: Seven
Description: As Kevin solves the electricity problem, he doesn't seem to be his usual self. Why? Maybe it has something to do with Sophie finally getting her feelings out to Sian. Or maybe it's something entirely different. It's probably that - what a dog.
Rating: Fine for all! :)
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Kevin shook his head, flicking the tripped switch. There was no power-cut, something had just made the electricity turn itself off, and all it took to fix it was to simply switch it back on. 'Have I raised dull daughters? Honestly, a tripped switch,' he thought to himself, 'such a easy problem to fix.' He was just about to head upstairs to tell Sophie and Rosie everything was done when his phone interrupted his thoughts. It vibrated in his pocket, and to him it was the loudest thing in the room. He jumped slightly, before bringing himself back under control. Kevin knew he couldn't afford such slip-ups in front of any of his family. Quickly pulling the phone out, his eyes ran over the text message he'd received. She was going to meet him later on, he just had to find an excuse. Another excuse. It felt like all he was doing these days. Excuses excuses excuses. Tucking the phone safely away again, he headed up the stairs to his daughters, trying to push Molly out of his head - and failing.
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Giggling softly, Sophie rolled over on her bed. "Yes, I'm sure! I never call anyone, Sian. I've got more than enough minutes left. Besides, if I had to go over my minutes just to carry on talking to you, I'd do it every time." Sian's reply coloured her cheeks and she smiled widely. "You're such a charmer! The bo--" Sophie stopped mid-sentence, unsure of how to word what she was going to say. She felt like she was seconds away from ruining the unbelievable mood they'd created, but if she didn't say it Sian might get the wrong impression. 'The wrong impression? You're such a weirdo. You've been flirting all this time. With a girl. Ugh.' Sophie's eyes widened - flirting? She was about to start worrying, but when she heard Sian whisper down the phone, all her thoughts turned back to the blonde. 'Who cares if I have been flirting, she's amazing. And beautiful. So, so beautiful.'
"Of course I'm still here! I was just going to say, the boy who gets you is going to be the luckiest boy ever." Sophie felt her stomach plunge, and wished she'd never said it. Sian's silence made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She was about to blurt out something, anything, when Sian muttered a reply. The fire in Sophie's stomach kicked back to life, and just as she opened her mouth to stutter a response, her bedroom door opened roughly.
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"Soph, it was the flipping trip switch! Have I taught you nothing over the years? I'm busy, I'm in work, you can't just call me over for anything you can't do!" Kevin leaned his head out of Sophie's room an inch or two, adding, "And you better be listening too, Rosie!" He turned back to look at Sophie, and after realising she was lying on her bed, bright red with a giddy smile (that she'd quickly wiped from her face), he questioned, "What's got into you?" Sophie looked crestfallen; she stammered,
"N-nothing Dad, just on the phone."
"Yeah, who to? It better not be some lad, Soph. I've told you, you're too young." Kevin put extra force on the last words, to which Sophie quickly shouted,
"No Dad! It's not a lad! It's a friend, so stop stressing! What's got into you?" She looked at him questioningly, but Kevin just shook his head, telling her,
"There better not be a boy on the scene Sophie. I'm warning you - and him." Kevin slammed her door shut, leaving Sophie looking perplexed, and hurt. He walked over to Rosie's door, and, not bothering to open it, just banged his fist against it shouting, "Rosie, you too! Don't think I haven't got an eye on you either!"
"Alright Dad, just leave it yeah?!" Rosie shouted back, and Kevin just sighed and headed back downstairs.
He realised he was taking his frustration out on his daughters, but he couldn't change the way things were. His marriage to Sally was stale, and he had become bored. Molly, his best friend's wife and next-door neighbour, had made herself readily available, and Kevin couldn't possibly have turned her down. When he thought about it, he felt wretched, but there was nothing he could do now. He loved Molly, not Sally, and not being able to truly express that was agonising. He desperately didn't want to rip apart the family he'd created, but at the same time he wanted to follow his heart. As he reached the lower level of his house, his phone vibrated again. He selfishly forgot about Sally, Sophie and Rosie, and turned his entire attention to Molly - the one he truly cared about.
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"He didn't sound too happy..." Sian ventured quietly, following Sophie's silence. "Are you alright, Soph?" Sian felt like her heart was breaking; the way Sophie's Dad had spoken to her had made Sian want to jump to her defense, somehow protect her from his words. Sophie mumbled a reply, and Sian whispered, "Come on Soph, keep smiling, please? At least you haven't got a boy at the moment! Otherwise you really would be in trouble." Sian laughed along with Sophie, before accidentally adding, "And so would I."
The silence hung in the air as Sian scrabbled to cover herself. 'WHAT THE HELL, SIAN. What did you even mean by that?!' She couldn't think of anything she could say - Sian was convinced she'd pretty much messed everything up now. She half-expected Sophie to hang up. Sophie's reply came, a question, and Sian bit into her lip, trying to formulate the perfect response. "I, er... I meant that because your Dad thought I was the boy, he'd probably have stolen the phone, come and given me hell, shouted at me and maybe even deleted my number or something from your phone... that's what I meant!" 'Nice save, I'm actually quite impressed.' "That's what I meant. I didn't mean anything like I fancy you or anything. Or anything like that." 'And then you go and spoil it. You deserve an award, Powers.'
Sian's heart felt as though it was slowing down. She'd said the words "I fancy you" to Sophie - except with a negative connotation. This wasn't how she'd seen the conversation going. Sophie had remained silent on the other end of the phone, and Sian felt this was her only chance to salvage the mess she'd made. "Not that I don't fancy you. Wait. Uh, I mean, you're pretty. You know that, right? You're really pretty. I said that before, didn't I? I don't..." Sian took a deep breath, ready to try - again - to stop sounding like a fool, when Sophie cut in.
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"Sian, I think I know what you're saying. I think. I'm always thinking. About you. I know this is the first time we've ever talked on the phone, but it's just... it feels like the millionth time, right? I get this feeling when I'm talking to you. I feel it in my stomach, my heart, my head, even my spine. I know, spine, weird, but I can't explain it. It's... I've never felt it before. You're my best friend, even though I've never met you. When I saw you on webcam, it was so surreal. It was like I was looking at you in the same room as me. I don't know what I'm saying. The feeling scares me, but it's a good scared. An exciting scared. I so hope this is what you were gonna say. Or something like it. Maybe it wasn't. Oh, God." Sophie clamped her mouth shut, not daring to risk another word coming out of it. She waited for what felt like forever for Sian to reply, but instead there was nothing. Sophie whispered, just loud enough for Sian to hear at a strain, "You're stunning. I like you. Like, like like." She stopped, before sighing loudly. "I-I'm sorry. You obviously weren't going to say that, were you? I know, I understand, I've looked into this too much. Mistaken love for care, and all that. I'm sorry, Sian."
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"L-Love, Soph? Did you say love?"
"I didn't mean--"
"I like like you too. I think. It's all happening so fast. Yesterday I had no idea what your voice sounded like. Now... I feel like I couldn't live without it. Without you, in my life. It's like I shouldn't feel this for you, but I've tried stopping it, I really have. And I can't. Should I try harder? Should I let myself feel this for you? Do you feel it?" A pause, silence.
"Yeah, I think. I've never fallen for... wait, Sian... should we just let it flow? See what happens? I don't even know what... how tall you are, or anything." A shared laugh.
"I love talking to you, Soph. The girl with the beautiful name."
"It's all about talking to you, the girl with the beautiful smile." A wide beam, pause. Forgotten, but never truly forgotten. Normality. "Tell me about your bedroom, I'm curious."
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Weird part, right? Kevin focus, bleh it was horrid to write but it has to be done for the future. You did all say you wanted them to meet up, right? :) Hope you all enjoyed it, sorry for the wait - MERRY CHRISTMAS MY BEAUTIFUL READERS. :D <3 ♥