“S’ cold tonight isn’t it Char?” My mate Colette turned to me, her blue eyes twinkled with excitement.
“Cold enough for the white stuff eh?” I replied, chewing happily on the piece of gum I’d received from a previous punter. Colette didn’t’t seem the amateur that she claimed to be so many times with her eloquent good looks and her tongue and cheek vocabulary, whether it was an act or not was unseen to me or the punters, they seemed to like her dress sense more.
“Yeah,” she muttered out of nowhere, she patted the hem of her denim skirt which stopped a couple of inches above her knees. “Do you think I look all right tonight?” I sighed as I scanned the dark and isolated streets. Quieter than usual. Other girls were on the other side too, pacing up and down the sidewalk, wondering when they were going to get picked up.
“Course, you look a diamond,” the cold air nipped at our cheeks and we shivered inside our small black jackets. How I longed to zip it up, but if I did that nobody would take interest then.
“I hope so,” her eyes swiftly moved to the right side of the street. “My mum asked me to look after Leona tonight,”
“What did you say?”
“What do you think I said? I told her I had plans with you,” I breathed a sigh of relief. Why was I surprised? Colette wouldn’t blow our covers; she was into this malarkey as for me… I had places I could have been right now other than being treated like a piece of meat. Car breaks were heard in the distance along with the sound of teenager’s shouting filth. “Anyway how’s Callum? You said he was having problems,” I took the box of cigarettes out of my left pocket; it felt colder than my hands were. Callum. My lovely, intelligent and adult bodied brother. I took a ciggie from the box, flicked on my lighter with my right hand and lit it.
“Callum. He’s fine now, just a few girl troubles,” I took a long drag. “Nothing he can’t handle,” Lucky sod I thought to myself. At least he’s getting into college next year, where will I be then?
“He’s smart, maybe he’ll get to be a doctor or a lawyer even,” I smiled at her weakly.
“Yeah, he used to play doctors when he was younger with the girl next door. Funny how they grew apart after primary school,” a red Ford Mondeo car pulled up and signalled for Colette. She shrugged her shoulders at me.
“Your turn soon honey, keep cool,” she walked towards the car leaving me to enjoy the warmth coming from the smoke which flitted around me like a bubble. A bubble that would soon be burst.
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