A Bench For Two

It was nothing at first.
Then it grew bigger.
The contours.
The edges.
Everything became clear.
Though only one question remained.
And only one of them knew what it meant.

'A Bench For Two' is a story about Gee and B. About confidence, friendship and most importantly love; though that'll always remain a mystery.

Hope you enjoy :)

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7. Taking a step

 

 

"Hello?"

"Hi! It's me."

"Hi, Brendan."

"How're you?"

"Fine."

"Are you really fine?"

"I think."

"I was wondering ..."

Silence.

"What, Brendan?"

"Are you up to a party?"

"Whose?"

"Mike's."

"The one with the dreadlocks?"

"No. The one with the curly hair."

"Wasn't it dreadlocks?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure, yes."

"I don't have anything to wear. And I am not a good dancer."

"I am not going to show you off. And the dancing can be taught and led."

"What exactly do you mean by not showing me off?"

"What I mean ..."

Silence.

"Brendan?"

"Yes?"

"Am I still your friend?"

Brief hesitation.

"Yes."

"Then what do you mean by showing me off?"

"Just forget it."

"Brendan?"

"What?"

"You can tell me."

"No. It's ok. Just... just forget it."

"So I'll only waste my breath if I continue?"

"Very much, yes."

Silence from both parts.

"Am I going as your friend or your date?"

"In this you can have a say."

"Will it matter afterwards?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"Because I am not the sort to forget."

"So it will matter."

"It will."

"Can I be honest?"

"Sure."

"It's quite frightening."

"Responsibilities are frightening. Just look at my sister."

"Can I think about it?"

"Yes."

"I know I am using up your patience."

"Patience comes with hope."

"So... you have a wish?"

"Everybody has."

"But you have?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Right now, it's a secret."

"When can you declare it to the world?"

"When the someone in my wish is ready."

Silence.

"Brendan?"

"Yeah?"

"I think - I think I don't mind having dinner with you. With your mother."

"You don't have to, if you don't want to."

"No. It's... it's ok, really."

"Ginette?"

"I really hate that name."

"Why?"

"Because when you write it down, it looks so old-fashioned."

"But it sounds sweet."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"What were you going to say?"

"About... about your father."

"What about him?"

"How is he?"

"Not good."

"Am I still included in your plans?"

"As to visit him together?"

"Yes."

"You are."

"You don't have any objections."

"No."

"Then... then call me whenever you feel up to it."

"I will."

"I am going to pick you up at six thirty p.m."

"I'll be ready."

Silence.

"Brendan?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For coming in the middle of the night."

"No need to thank me at all. I only did what any other friend would have done."

"But I still want to thank you."

"Don't."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure, Ginette."

"Then I'll see you at six thirty."

"We will."

"Bye."

"Bye."

 

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