STOLEN

The teaspoon was balancing perfectly on your thumb, hanging like magic. Iwas still wondering whether i should be there sitting with you. But it was weird you know it felt like i could tell you anything. I probably would have too, if my throat hadn't been so tense. O ften i wish it had ended just then with your smile and my nerves bundled up tight. I glanced around checking to see whether my parents had come looking for me although i knew they wouldnt. They would be happy enough waiting at the gate and reading the selection of journals they'd brought trying to look intelligent. Such a fake people. Besides mum wouldnt want to admit defeat over our clothes argument by ccoming to find me. But i glanced around anyway. Then you decided to continue our conversation. "What does your mother collect since your mum is a art collector?" you asked, your soft voice grabbing my attention back again. "Colours mostly. Painting of building. Shapes. Do you know Rothko? Mark Rothko?" You frowned. Of course you didnt know him. I was stupid back then. "Well that kind of stuff. I think it's pretty pretentious. All those endless squares" Iwas babbling agaian. I paused to look down at your hand. I was on top of my hand. I didnt even noticed that. Should it be there? Were you trying to pick me up? No one at school had ever done it quite like that. As i looked you lifted your hand up quickly as if you's only realised it was there too.
"Sorry" you shrugged but there was a twinkle in you eyes that made me smile back. "I guess i'm......a little tense". You put your hand down again next to mine this time. I could move my little finger across to touch it. You didnt have a wdding ring. No jewellery at all. "What do you doo?" i asked. "You're not still in school then?" I winces as i said it. We both knew how stupid it sounded but I AM STUPID. You were obviously older than any other boy i'd talked to like this. There was tiny sun wrinkles around your eyes and mouth and you'd grown into your body. You were more confident than the awkward boys at school.
"You sighed and sat back. "I suppose i sort of make art too" you said. "But i dont paint squares. Itravel a bit. That sort of thing."
I nodded as i understand. Iwanted to ask you what you were doing here, with me... if i'd seen you before. I wanted to know why you were interested. I wasnt idiot, it was easy to see how much younger i was than you. But i didnt ask. I was nervous i guess, not wanting you to be dodgy in any way. And i suppose it made me feel grown up sitting there with the most handsome ma in the cafe, drinking a coffee he had just bought for me. Maybe i didnt lookk all that young really i thought, even though i wore eyeliner, nose ring and lip ring. Maybe you just looked old for your age. As you glance out the window, I untucked the bit of hair behind my ear, let it fall over my face. I bit my lips to make the redder.

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