From: Lynn Mealing
Hey idiot! You still in lectures??
To: Lynn Mealing
Yeah, it’s pretty boring.
From: Lynn Mealing
Aww, poor you. lit or language?
To: Lynn Mealing
English language: introduction to English syntax & phonology, I finish in 30 minutes xx.
From: Lynn Mealing:
Oh god, that does sound boring as fudge. Good news is: I’m taking you out for coffee, meet you at costas when you finish!!
To: Lynn Mealing:
As long as you buy me tea instead of coffee I’ll be happy. I gotta go now, my interpreter is looking at me as though he’s gonna kill me within the next 10 seconds.
“Here is your tea, Miss Britain.” Lynn signs as she hands me a cup of tea and sits down opposite of me.
“Excuse me, but I think you’re pretty British yourself too with your fish and chips addiction.”
“How else am I supposed to keep my bum this size? It’s 70% chips.”
“No, that girl that’s been staring at us this whole time is crazy.”
I turn to the direction Lynn was pointing at and see a girl with a short black bob cut looking at me. Her feisty hair does not appear to match her confidence as she blushes and quickly averts her eyes.
“She looks lonely.” Lynn remarks. “We should invite her over.”
And before I can even protest Lynn has already spoken to the girl who gladly pulls her chair towards our table. Her small smile and nod indicate a greeting that I reluctantly answer.
“… you … course. We … same lecture just now.” She speaks, her hands remaining clutched around her coffee cup. “… probably haven’t … , I sit … back.”
I quickly take a pen out of my bag and scribble a few words down on a napkin. “Yeah, I always sit front row so I can clearly see my interpreter.”
A hint of excitement flashes before her eyes. “… you really … deaf?”. I simply nod to her question, her slightly stupid question may I add. I mean she’s never heard me talk, I have a sign language interpreter in lectures and she just saw me signing to my friend, it’s not that hard to add all of those things up and establish that I’m deaf.
“… name … Beth McKenna …?” She proceeds. Something about this girl doesn’t feel right, her questions are bothering me and I feel slightly creeped out by how much this girl seems to know about me. When I nod again a huge smile spreads across her face that makes my uneasiness grow even further. I try to calm myself down by attempting to tell myself that she is only interested in making friends or learning sign language.
My uneasy feelings get proven correctly when I catch sight of the 5 Seconds of Summer rubber bracelet dangling from her frail wrist when she pushes her short hair behind her ear. I look at Lynn to see if she has noticed, but she seems too occupied in listening carefully to what the girl is telling her. Lynn glanced at me and I quickly spell out “b-r-a-c-e-l-e-t” rather than signing it, since it’s quite a visual sign and I don’t want the girl to know that I already know her intensions.
Lynn slowly nods and subtly tries to investigate the girl’s intentions as asks she asks her why she wanted to come talk to us, using both her signs and her voice.
“Oh, I just really want to be friends with Beth. Everyone’s been talking about her and I just think we could totally talk about Ashton and all hang out together.” Lynn so kindly interprets for me.
I don’t know why, but her answer irritates me immensely. I feel used. Used for having Ashton Irwin as my boyfriend and it feels like this girl is just trying to get one step closer to her favourite band rather than being interested in me.
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not interested in sharing my relationship details with Ashton to just anyone. I think you should go.” I sign to her, still, ever so slightly, trying to be polite.
The girl seems lost and I turn to Lynn, asking her if she can interpret for me. The blonde girl opposite from me seems rather uncomfortable as she slowly speaks to the fan that was trying to get involved in my relationship. The girl with the black hair seems annoyed and maybe even hurt as she stands up and walks off without so much as a goodbye.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.” Lynn carefully signs.
“Done what? I don’t want to befriend people that are only using me, because I’m friends with the Australian giants.”
“No, but you shouldn’t be so rude about it. This will spread like wildfire on twitter and it’s not going to make people like you.”
“Good, because I don’t want them to like me. Stuff like this keeps happening and I don’t want it to. I’m dating Ashton, not his fans.”
“I’m just saying: maybe you should try to connect with them more, them hating you is not going to be pleasant for you nor Ashton.”
“So, how is university? What is your course called again?”
“It’s ‘English Language and Literature’, I really enjoy literature, it’s so interesting. English is a bit harder, because it’s not my first language and sometimes the interpreter struggles, because some subtle differences in spoken English simply cannot be put into BSL.” I sign at the small camera located in my iPhone that is currently carefully balancing against a stack of books on my desk while I talk to my boyfriend who is God knows where in the world right now.
I purposely don’t tell him about the times his fans have tried to get me to tell them information about Ashton and his band, nor do I tell him about all the times his fans try to befriend to get closer to them. I don’t want to be the cause for him holding grudge against his own fans and perhaps I don’t really feel like fighting today. It’s been a great FaceTime call so far and I don’t want to ruin that, Ashton even invited me to Australia to celebrate Christmas and New Year’s Eve with him and his family and friends.
“When you come here I’m taking you to my favourite pizza place here.” Ashton smiles.
“Do we have to? That will probably result in Michael trying to tag along on our date.” I laugh.
“Hey, don’t ruin it now. I’m trying to be romantic here.” Ashton protests. “I’ll take you to the beach too, but we’ll go when it’s dark so we can watch the stars. And- What is that?”
“Oh this you mean?” I ask him as I hold up a biscuit that I was planning on devouring. “It’s a biscuit, I made them. I love baking and I must admit: I’m not bad at it either.” I tell him as I take a huge bite.
“Not f-a-i-r! You’ve never baked me anything!”
“Don’t get all dramatic now, we can bake some biscuits for Santa when I come to visit you.” I explain to him as I try my hardest not to laugh at his sad expression that kind of resembles the same face Eliot pulls when my Dad tells him he’s not allowed to have more ice cream.
“Good, I’m keeping you to that promise.”
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