story. Nancyâs stories were like the little films I played myself when no one was watching. But for once she wasnât telling.We sat in silence, me with my smile, she with her secret, while the tide rolled in and tourists took photographs of each other posing with the sea and the city behind them. I was jealous. Of him, of her and him. And I couldnât think of anything to say. The day had gone flat. Seagulls wheeled in the sky. Behind us traffic undulated, a steady hum. I could see steamer ships and the smudge of the western suburbs across the water.
âSo are you going to see him again?â
âOf course.â
âWhen?â
âI donât know. Soon.â
âWhat about us?â I blurted.
âWe can still hang out. You can meet him. Maybe you and Rockyââ
âIâm not doing anything with anyone called Rocky.â
I stared at the hole-eyed hipsters and the tin full of sand and lipsticky cigarette butts. And then I changed the subject, pointing across the water.
âI lived in Newport once, for about a month. My grandparents live there. Mumâs parents. We donât see them anymore. Dad took us there after Mum left. They had labels all over the house. Light switch here, that kind of thing. Also heaps of tinned food. Dad said it was because they lived through the Second World War.
âMy great-grandpa lost his nose in the war,â Nancy said. âHis whole nose, clean off.â A frown marred her face, and she drummed her foot into the dead grass.
âIs he still around?â I asked. It was the first time Nancy had ever said anything about family.
She shook her head, staring dully.
âWhat about your mum and dad?â
Nancy moved her mouth around. âThey were arseholes. End of. Iâd better get back in.â
âItâs my birthday next week,â I reminded her. Then it was my turn to scuff the grass. âDad probably wonât let me out of the house.â
âDo you want me to talk to him?â
âYouâd do that?â
âSure.â She shrugged. âWeâre friends, arenât we?â Nancy leaned into me. âHeyâdo I smell?â
I sniffed. Her hair smelled musky.
âI came straight here. I didnât even shower.â
âGross.â
Nancy grinned and pinched my cheek. I felt a seize inside. This idea that Nancy was getting further and further away. But she jumped up with renewed energy. She kissed both my cheeks and then went back for a third. And once again I felt a rush, a hum, a thrill.
I walked home confused. What was wrong with me? Was I crushing on Nancy or crushing on Luke? I was like a dog with its tongue flopping out, ready to give everything to the first person who patted me. I had to protect myself. I couldnât keep going with all my nerves on the surface of my skin.
Luke was out on the street having a cigarette. Hehad one foot back against the plane tree and a dreamy look on his face. I didnât acknowledge him, just stuck my head in the door and announced to Dad that I needed to lie down.
âI want to talk to you,â he said, wagging his finger.
âLater.â
Up in my room I put on Kraftwerkâs âNeon Lightsâ and flopped onto my bed. The song was so long and glittery-sad, it made me feel like I was falling off the face of the earth. I pushed my face into my pillow and slept straight through till morning. If I had any dreams, I didnât remember them.
FIGHTINâ WORDS
S KYLARK, YOUâRE GROUNDED.â
âIâm grounded?â
âYes. School, shop, home. Thatâs it.â
âI hate to break it to you, but those three things, thatâs pretty much all I do.â
âDonât be smart, it doesnât suit you.â
âYouâre crap at this, Dad.â
He sighed. âI know.â
It was Sunday morning. We were in the kitchen, surrounded by a mess presided over by two empty