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It was the next morning. Caroline heard her sister's voice from the front door, "Hi, Mum! Hi, Cari!"
Caroline got up and stomped into the hallway.
"You BITCH!" she shouted.
"Huh?" was Marianne's response, coming at the same time as her mother's reprimand, "Caroline! Language!"
"Do you know what you've done?" she shouted at Marianne. "You blithely went off with your new fella, assuming Simon would just pick up with me, didn't you!?"
Marianne was looking at her sister in shock, her mother had her hand in front of her mouth. Neither had seen Caroline in such a fury for a long, long time.
"Cari," Marianne began, but Caroline wasn't about to let her sister get a word in edgeways.
"Shuttup! Listen to me, for a change! Simon took me home yesterday, ignoring me for almost the whole trip back! He dropped me off outside here and told me to tell you that he'll see you tomorrow. Now, tell me, plain and clear: Are you going to try to make up with him, or is it over?"
"It's not that simple, Cari,"
"YES IT IS!" Caroline shouted at Marianne, before suddenly bursting into tears.
Tina moved to place an arm around her daughter. "What's happened, you two?" Both Marianne and Caroline began to talk at once, but Tina stopped them. "Quiet! One at a time, please. Marianne, you first."
"We went to a party after the show. Simon and I agreed that we'd enjoy whatever opportunities came up. I saw him going off with the lead singer of one of the bands — she's a bit of a dish — and I went with Chris, the photographer. That's it."
"No, that's not all of it, is it, Marianne?" countered Caroline. "You stayed with Chris last night as well! Also, when we met at the party, you gave me the go-ahead. Didn't you?"
"Well, yes. Kinda. But that was at the party, and last night was, was... well. It was just last night. At least, that was the plan." Marianne looked down at her shoes. "I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but, well, Chris and I got on really well."
"Just sort it out with young Simon, Marianne. He deserves better than to have you stringing him along, if that's the way this is going!" Tina told her daughter.
Marianne looked like she'd swallowed something that really didn't agree with her. "I love Simon," she began, then tailed off. "I'm going up to my room, to have a sleep on it. Wake me at half past eleven, please, Mum? Cari, I... I don't know what to say. I did give you the go-ahead, as you put it, but I meant just for the party. But since then... I'll talk to you before I see Simon. Please, give me the chance to get some sleep first?"
Caroline stood, arms folded in front of her and gave her sister a look that would have frozen the Thames. "All right. Eleven thirty, then. Marianne."
At eleven thirty precisely Caroline knocked on her sister's door. She heard Marianne's voice, "Cari? Come in."
Caroline walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Her sister was sting on her bed, legs folded under her.
"I thought you were going to get an hour or two of kip?"
"I was, but I just couldn't get to sleep. Sit down, please, Cari." Caroline stood stubbornly in front of her sister, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Please, Cari?" Marianne asked again, almost pleading.
"Okay!" Caroline answered, and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed.
Marianne began.
"I thought about what to say for a long time, Cari. I know I could have done things better, and I'm sorry about that.
"At the party, I just went a little crazy, I guess. I've never had the chance to actually be at one like that, and the possibilities — well, I got carried away with the ideas, I guess. I told Simon I wanted to get high, get drunk and get laid, and strongly implied that I wanted him to do the same. And he did, didn't he?"
"Yes, he did," Caroline answered. "If I hadn't got to him, he says he'd probably have done some cocaine, he'd already had at least one spliff that I noticed, he'd been drinking — and yes, he'd got laid. By that guitarist woman, the blonde."
"Hmm. Shall I tell you what happened to me, Cari? I got propositioned all over the place, but mostly by guys I didn't want to touch me at all. I ended up hardly drinking at all for fear of my glass being tampered with. I smoked a little weed, yes — but that's all. I got offered cocaine, and more. One guy even tried really, really hard to persuade me to give it a try. I was going to give in, but then Chris came on the scene and took over so smoothly you wouldn't believe it. He just took my arm, chatted to me as if nothing was going on at all and steered me out of there."
"So you thought you'd pay him back by screwing him."
"Well, yes, at first that's what it was. When we met you and Simon in the corridor that's what we'd been doing. But... Chris did something. To me, I mean."
Now Caroline's face grew really hard.
"No, no, Cari, not like that, he didn't hurt me, or anything. He... woke something up in me, I guess. That's why I went with him last night, and let him bring me home. We stayed at his place last night."
"I'd worked that out!" spat her sister.
"Cari! Calm down, please, sis. I think... I think Chris might be The One. You know?"
For the first time, Caroline's face cleared. "Really?" she asked, voice slightly hushed.
"Uh-huh. I felt close to Simon, but Chris... I tell you I get goose bumps at his name already."
"Mari! You can't be sure this quickly!"
"Well, we have known each other for months, and he has seen all of me there is to see. Well, pretty much. We don't do 'pink bits' as you know. But he saw them all right last night..."
Caroline couldn't help it, she giggled!
"So yes, it's quick, but not really that quick. So now I have to let Simon down, I guess." Marianne looked sad when she said this. Caroline saw that her sister really didn't want to hurt her boyfriend — well, former boyfriend.
"Mari, in the corridor — you expected me to take Simon into that room, didn't you?"
"Well, I hoped, but then again, I know you. I expected you to be unable to make your mind up. I rather hoped that Simon would have taken the hint, actually."
"I think he was oblivious. That blonde —"
"Alison"
"Yeah, her, she really wore him out, I think. That's why she was trying to get him to do the drug.
"Coke's supposed to be good for that," mused Marianne.
"Mari!"
"Oh, shush! Mum'll hear you! No, I didn't do any, I'm just left wondering what it would be like."
"Anyhow, no, we didn't get it on together. I think he was too shell-shocked by Allison, and really didn't seem to want to hit a room with me — but I tell you, I made up my mind right then. I wanted him. I just couldn't find a way of getting him into bed at the party."
"Marianne smiled at her sister. "Did you think of just asking?"
"I thought about it, yes, but I couldn't say the words, and then Simon wanted to get back to Aunt Jen's place. I couldn't find the right time to say anything. And then I did... and it didn't go too well." Caroline's voice got very quiet as she finished that sentence, almost dying to a whisper.
"Oh, Cari. What happened?"
"He — he got the idea I was making a play for him while he was still going out with you. It was after the party, you see, we'd stopped off at the café on the seafront, and I started to explain... and he told me off for trying to get him while he was still going out with you."
Marianne held her face in her hands for a moment. "I've really screwed this up," Caroline heard her sob before she lifted her face again and said, "I'll tell him, Cari. I will. I'm really sorry. You haven't done anything wrong, it's me." She sat up straighter on the bed. "I'll sort this out, Cari. You still want to go out with him, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Then I'll let him down as gently as I can, and let him know that you're more than interested, too. Okay?"
Caroline stood up. "Okay, Marianne." Her sister stood up too, and they embraced before Caroline turned, gave Marianne a quick, bright smile over her shoulder, and left.
Simon heard the doorbell ring, and was in the doorway of his room when his mother opened the front door and said, "Oh, hello Marianne. Lovely to see you. He's upstairs, dear."
"Coming!" he called and ran down the stairs. Marianne greeted him with a hug and a smile, but Simon saw that there was something wrong. He didn't quite know how he felt, either.
"Shall we go for a walk, Simon?" she asked him. "Sure," he replied, grabbing his coat. She turned, twining her arm in his, and they walked off.
"Friendship Path?" he asked her, and she nodded. They walked in near-silence for a few minutes.
Eventually, Simon stopped, sat on the grass and pulled Marianne down to sit next to him. She sighed, looked at Simon, looked down at her feet and then away into the distance. Finally, she looked him in the eye.
"Simon, we need to talk about that party."
"Yes, I know. We, er, we weren't very responsible, were we?"
"Marianne gave him a tired smile. "No, not very. Well, we weren't completely off the rails, either. As things go, what we did was very mild. But we hurt each other, and I especially hurt you, I think. So I need to tell you what happened, and you need to tell me your side, and then we can decide where we go from here."
Simon really didn't like the way this was sounding, but he didn't think he really had a choice. He nodded, and told Marianne, "Okay. You going to go first?"
Marianne took a deep breath before agreeing, "Okay."
"I railroaded you into agreeing to that as we arrived at the party, Simon. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. I wanted to see how the other half partied, and in the end I chickened out, really." She told him what she'd told Caroline earlier. "I'd been expecting to be knee-deep in rock 'n roll types, all hair and attitude and sex, but what I found was just a bunch of overweight oafs and boring guys in suits, who were just there trying to get their end away after scoring some easy drugs.
"I didn't want anything to do with them, really. But I was drinking, and my resolve was weakening about the drugs. I think if I'd taken more weed, or tried the cocaine, I'd have ended up as a party favour. I'm on the Pill, Simon, but some of those guys looked less than clean, okay? Not what I want!
"And then, just as I'm about to give in, Chris comes along and gets me out of there. He's a nice guy, we know each other a bit, and... well, he's there, and I'm grateful. One thing led to another, and then you found us in that corridor."
"Yes, I remember," Simon told her. "But —"
"Let me finish, please Simon, there's more. That first fuck I let him have because I was grateful, and I was drunk, and a bit high. But... There was a spark. So I stayed with him, and went home with him. I got back to Mum's this morning, late, had a row with Cari — well, you'll find out later about that, I expect."
"Huh?" Simon said, but it didn't stop Marianne.
"Quiet. While I was with Chris... it was different from when he was the photographer, I was the model. Simon, I'm really, really sorry, but I've fallen for him."
"CHRIS?"
"Please don't get angry, Simon. Please?"
Simon jumped up. "Don't get angry? When you say you're sorry, but you're not going to be my girlfriend anymore because you've decided to take up with an old man?"
"He's not old! And besides, you went with the blonde!"
"Yes, but I didn't fall for her!" Simon shouted, shoving the thought that he so nearly had way, way back into the back of his mind.
Marianne crumpled, sobbing, "I know, Simon. I'm sorry, but I did fall for Chris. I didn't want to lie to you, so I wanted to tell you straight away. And I didn't mean it to happen, but it did. Please don't hate me, Simon."
"Hate you? That's too good for you, Marianne!" shouted Simon, storming off. He walked resolutely away down the path, hearing nothing and caring less about what was happening behind him. His anger was a live thing, burning inside him that he fed for a while, adding small pieces of hurt, of betrayal to it to keep it white-hot.
His body stiff, his back straight, Simon walked away from Marianne.
"Simon? Simon! Come to the phone! It's Marianne!"
"Tell her I'm not in!" Simon yelled to his mother, then he slammed the door shut and threw himself on his bed.
He heard a knock on his door. "What?" he snarled.
"Can I come in?" he heard his mother ask.
"Oh, okay," he told her. She walked in and sat on his bed, while Simon watched her through sullen eyes.
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