Page 25 of Elijah
Elijah
aged 19
“I can’t believe that you’re doing this,” Alex grumbled, as he heaved the bag of lanterns and candles out of the back of his car.
“He’s doing it because he’s grown a vagina,” Luc added.
“And you two are a pair of morons, so I think you should shut the fuck up.” I threw them both a glare that hopefully reinforced that I did indeed want them to shut the fuck up.
It was Valentine’s Day and I wanted to do something special for Amy. She’d been working really hard at Uni’ and we’d not had much time together since Christmas, so I was going to change that, thanks to the old club house me and Sam, my brother, used to play in when we were about ten and twelve. I say club house, it was Dad’s old shed that he’d kept his gardening tools in before he had a garage built.
“I also can’t believe you’re going to get her to spend the night in that shit hole.” Alex pointed at the shed. “She must fucking love you.”
“She doesn’t know,” Luc said with a grin. “She probably thinks numb nuts is taking her to a swanky hotel.”
I drew in a calming breath, pretty sure I’d be burying their bodies in my dad’s vegetable patch if they didn’t stop bitching like a pair of high school mean girls.
“Amy knows I don’t have the money for a hotel, and yeah she does love me, so she’ll love this. Anyway, that’s what you two are here for, to help me clean the place up.”
I opened up the creaking shed door and peered inside, suddenly wondering whether the boys were right. Maybe I should have asked my dad for a loan, because the shed was indeed a shit hole.
“When was the last time you actually set foot in there?” Alex asked, looking over my shoulder.
“About three years ago,” I groaned. “And that was only to stash my dirty mags because my gran was having my room when she stayed after her hip operation.”
“There’s dirty mags in there.” An excited Lucas pushed past us and almost tripped over his own feet in his desperation to get into the shed. “Where are they?” he called over his shoulder.
“You’re not spending the next hour looking at spank mags,” I groaned. “You’re here to help clean up, not get cramp from wanking all afternoon.”
“As if I’d wank in front of you two.” He gave us a disgusted look.
“I seem to remember you winning a game of Hit the Biscuit when we were thirteen,” Alex offered with a laugh. “In front of five of us.”
I looked at Lucas and then Alex. “You dirty fucker.”
“Hey I wasn’t the one that had to eat the biscuit. There are definitely benefits of not being able to last long.”
“Fucking hell, who had to eat the biscuit? Not you?” I asked Alex.
“Piss off, I came third.”
“Literally.”
Alex nodded and smiled proudly. “Yeah. Mr Average, that’s me.”
“We didn’t make Zak eat it, don’t worry,” Lucas offered, moving around the shed looking for the magazines. “You know though, I never understood that game. The one who comes last, comes last, yet when you start having sex it’s a good thing to take longer to come.”
We all thought about it for a second and then nodded in agreement.
* * *
“Elijah, this is beautiful,” Amy gasped as she followed the path of candles in lanterns that the boys and I had laid out earlier. “It’s so romantic. Thank you.”
She swivelled around to face me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me. I wrapped her in a tight hug, pressing her as close to me as possible. As her soft lips moved with mine, I felt the blood heating in my veins, just as it always did when I was close to her. It didn’t matter if she was in my arms or a few feet away from me, my body, my senses, knew that she was mine.
“It’s perfect,” Amy whispered.
“There’s more,” I said, stroking my knuckle down her soft cheek. “I hope you like it. It’s not much, but we haven’t had much time together recently and I wanted it to be just us tonight. No one else around, not my parents or brother, not yours and certainly not our friends. I just wish I could have taken you somewhere better, because you deserve the best Amy, you really do.”
