Darrel Hannigan's life was all black and white, a bore. But when the girl his heart has been waiting for comes along she starts tossing sparks of colour over his life. Now, he will never be the same again. This girl is Lily-Anne and she is the girl of this ordinary boy's dreams.


2. Time

I'm shaking, as I walk home, staring at the patch of skin on my arm which Lilly-Anne had kissed. I call her by her full name because it Is so beautiful I would never be able to choose one half to use. The story of her brother and mum is stuck in my head. It keeps replaying like a film. Although I have a huge smile on my face I feel utterly miserable. I need to stop smiling before I get home.

The smile is still spread across my face, refusing to remove itself, by the time I get home. Luckily, my parents are asleep and I sneak up the stairs, let's hope my brother doesn't wake up.


I awoke this morning to the sound of a baby squealing like a piglet at about half eight in the morning.


I'm now sat, staring at my watch. Trying to work out when to call her, without seeming needy, or making her think I won't call. I've gone through what I will say to her however many times in the mirror but nothing ever seems right. I'll just be spontaneous. Me, spontaneous, that'll be the day...



I am going to call her. I can't bear this waiting, I have no idea what I will say but I have to call her. The phone rings 3 times and she answers.

'Hey, Darrel?' 

'That's me, honey bee!'

She giggles 'honey bee?' 

'Hey! It rhymed'

'If you say so...' 

'I had something to say to you, Lilly-Anne.'

'Fire away, bab-ay!' Still giggling.

I begin to sing 'look at the stars, look how they shine for you-' the song that we danced to last night.

She cuts me off 'You should not be allowed to sing, ten out of ten for effort though' 

'Why don't you sing it then, angel.'

'I don't sing, I never sing... ever' 

'You were singing last night. It was beautiful.'

'Are you sure that was me you were hearing?' 

'If you were the one I danced with then yes.'

'Musn't have been dancing with me then.' 

'Well, I was dancing with the most beautiful girl in the club. She went by the name 'Lilly-Anne' if you see her tell her I want to see her, that would be great help. Thanks, doll.' 

'I'm with her right now actually. She would like to know if you could meet her at the same place tonight?' 

'Tell her that I will be there from 6 onwards.' 

'Sure thing, hot stuff!' She makes a kiss sound down the phone before hanging up.


It's half 5 so I decide to leave early. I walk down, past the quirky little shops around the corner from my house before realising It is New Year's Eve. I notice some lilies in the window of 'Evelyn's Florists'. I am not well educated on flowers but I know what a lily looks like. I see something labelled 'Tango Lily as I look through the window and I know I need to buy it. It is black, with red tips on the petals. It reminds me of her hair. The nice old lady at the counter ties a red bow around the stem of the lily and I carefully stick it into the back pocket of my jeans. 


 I still have ten minutes to spare so I stand in front of the window practising. 'For you, Lily-Anne' and I throw my arm out with the lily. Not very bloody romantic is it Darrel? If I want this girl to like me I need to make a better impression on her than that. I then imagine tapping her shoulder and holding the lily in front of my chest with a huge smile on my face. That is how I imagine it happening. However reality never meets expectation. 


It's time.

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