Substitute for Lawson

17

Very little is left until the cherished day. To be honest, only Emily seemed cherished this day, and then in the depths of her soul. To some extent, these were just fantasies, no more, because the mind took up, pounded on the head, reminding that for Damian this was just a game. Even if she did not see him openly with women in the apartment where they lived together, it is not so easy for him to change when women surrounded him outside the house. Even young female employees still giggled and dreamed of the attention of such a spectacular man. Someone wanted him as a lover, someone as a lover, and who even married. Hmm, but what to do with the fact that formally he got to her? The one that did not even seduce him as a girl, and did not give a single hint of what was really going on in her soul. Emily has already decided for herself that she is not so good for Lawsen, so if he wants, she will be there, as long as it takes from her, and even if it looks like voluntary suicide in a sense.

Today was a free day. The girl managed to cook dinner and even clean up the apartment, by the way Damian was not at home in the morning. He said something about how he would like to unwind, joked about how soon his bachelor life would come to an end, and he had not even walked up yet. In general, where exactly he left was anyone's guess.

Tidying up her belongings, Emily sorted out a small wardrobe into two large piles. Fumbling through the pockets of some long-standing idle jeans, Fox decided it was time to put them in the washing machine, so she carefully checked the pockets for any excess. She came across some kind of crumpled piece of paper, unfolding which, the girl chuckled in surprise. She completely forgot about it.

- Jeremy Parker. - read the blue-eyed. There were even letters and numbers on the white sheet. - Did he even write his number? - memories of this strange, red-haired guy with a camera involuntarily pop up. By the end, he seemed to her a rather amusing interlocutor, if Damian hadn't ruined everything. Or vice versa? After examining the white sheet again, she put it aside on the desk while continuing to lay out her things.

By the evening of her for some reason lonely, free day, Emily was getting too bored. Of her friends, she only had Alice, who also left somewhere along with her husband and daughter, so no one could keep her company. Even with her mother, she spoke less than usual today, due to the fact that she also had urgent matters. There was only one thing left - to go for a walk. And where to? Better than a park, the girl did not come up with anything. Deciding that even so she could go for an evening run, the girl changed into a tracksuit and pulled a ponytail on her head.

The weather pleased the British that they also walked the streets of the metropolis, as Emily did. The park not far from the house delighted her, and the music in the headphones seemed more pleasant than usual. It’s a strange feeling when you seem to be alone with your thoughts and don’t understand that you are fantasizing in your head, but this gives so much hope and strength that even unloved activities will seem desirable, all adversity and worries recede, filling all this with incomprehensible euphoria ... From a distance, making out a small trailer with fast food by the side of the road, Emily swallowed the saliva that rolled up to her throat just at the thought of harmful hamburgers and hot dogs, rushed straight to him, groping for change in her sweatshirt pocket. Go to hell with a run!

It seems to have become quite perfect: a walk in the fresh air, in good spirits and delicious food! Sitting on the lawn, the girl was already unfolding her hot-dock, and she opened her mouth already sending a cut bun with sausage and sauce inside, when the camera shutter clicked from somewhere in the bushes. Frozen in place, the girl shuddered. Either these are hallucinations against the background of recent memories, or ... Still holding the cooling dinner almost to her mouth, Fox turned her head towards the sound. Emily's eyebrows slowly slide down the bridge of her nose, giving her a cute, menacing look. Not far from the tree was a guy she already knew with the same camera. He looks in her direction, and as soon as he found that the girl noticed him too, he begins to actively wave his hand, as if they are old acquaintances.

- "It can't be!" - flies through the head of a blue-eyed girl. - "I couldn't meet him again!"

- Emily ?! But we met again! - the red-haired guy, like a ray of sunshine, smiled at her. After covering a short distance between them, he sat down directly in front of her without any hesitation.

- What are you doing here? - she stammered, completely confused.

- I'm walking! - The photographer shrugged lightly and looked at the delicious hot-dock that Emily was clutching in her hands, nodded. - Bon Appetit.

Due to the sudden guest, she completely forgot about food. Glancing at the young man again, the girl finally took a bite of a small piece of a slightly cooled bun.

“Thank you…” she muttered, chewing, and averting her eyes from the annoying guy, she bit already a rather large piece of it because of which she involuntarily choked.

- Oh, oh watch out! - having responded promptly, the photographer quickly fished out of the backpack that there was a bottle of mineral water behind him. - Drink, - insistently thrust the bottle into Emily's hand, who did not even have time to argue.

- "What a weirdo?" - continued to think to her, while she took a sip of the surprisingly still cool water. - Thank you. - She nodded gratefully, returning the bottle to the owner, who continued to portray a naive boy.

- It's my pleasure! By the way, I was waiting for you to call or write to me! So much time has passed! - as if offended by her interlocutor, which surprised even more.

- What for? - the girl continued to chew, although she understood that from the outside it did not look very cultured.

- How is that why ?! And photo? I edited them, - said Jeremy proudly, stroking the camera with his fingers. “Thought you'd want to take them!” I waited for a long time, that I was even desperate ... - an embarrassed smile appears on the guy's face, looking away from the awkwardly runs his palm along his neck.

“I didn't think it was so important to you, okay, I'll write you…” Not knowing why she was saying this at all, Emily nodded and did not notice how the delicious hot dog ended. - And by the way, when did we switch to you? - Yes, that's the girl's fad.

- What? Why should we speak formally? - the guy was confused. - We're probably the same age ...

- How do you know that one? Maybe I'm older?

- You? He chuckles skeptically. - Yes, you are over 24 and you won't!

The girl wanted to vyakat in response, but because he accurately guessed the number, awkwardly covered her mouth.

- What, you guessed it? - the interlocutor burst out laughing, looking at the amazed girl.

“Well,” she twisted her mouth to the side and stood up from the grass and grunted. - Yes…

- And I'm 25, - the photographer proudly declares, picking up after the girl.

- So what? Did you feel superiority?

- I? No, I'm just saying so that there is no tension between us. It seems we are starting to get to know each other better? - the smile continues to flash on his face, which completely discourages Fox. She hoped to be alone with herself, but instead, she is chased by a guy who says strange things.

- But why? - the girl turns around and heads to the asphalt path, where, together with a new acquaintance, she continues her walk.

- Well, I think it's great. I met a beautiful girl and gradually get to know her. - Shrugs his shoulders thoughtfully, which continues to arouse suspicion in the girl.

- Don't talk nonsense ... Jeremy ... - calls him by name, but she seems embarrassed and starts giving herself mental slaps.

- And I thought that you did not remember ... - a little more and the red-haired will start to sparkle. - Well, we have progress! Oh, and by the way, last time ... your boyfriend didn't seem very happy that you were in my company ...

- What? Guy? - the girl is lost for a second, and immediately remembers Damian that he found her then in a department store. - Ah ... - purses his lips.

"He wasn't mad at you, was he?" - looks guiltily at the girl, but as soon as he encounters blue eyes, he immediately turns his gaze to his shoes, which shuffles on a hard surface. - It seems he was jealous.

- Nonsense ... - objects the girl, sighing sadly to herself. If ... - Don't worry, nothing like that happened! - she articulates as convincingly as possible, but a lump comes up to her throat.

- It is good to…

***

Due to the fact that Damian stubbornly tried to control his body for so many days, it seems that he fell for it. He was having a good time now with his London friends, who were joined by another mutual friend of Lucas and Damian - Peter Moon. The man flew in from Seoul for a couple of days to come off and see old classmates, one of whom did not deign to show up.

The men rented a spacious penthouse for a couple of days, where they had a party.

- Here you tell me, - trying to shout down loud music, Damian and Peter sat practically in an embrace on the leather sofa. Moon wrapped his arms around his friend's shoulders and waved his hand. - Why does marriage change a man so much ?! - his tongue twisted a little, and a sweet smile appeared on his face. - So I arrived!

- Well? - he assented, they find in a similar state.

- And he? The dark-haired squealed. - I have a date with my wife! - portraying the voice of Lucas, as far as he could now. - Can you imagine ?! He exchanged the change! - pokes his chest with his index finger, and then Lawsen. - And you ... to your wife. - at the end he sighs bitterly, finding support from a friend. There comes a short pause, from which Damian even closes his eyes, but immediately opens them when Peter, barely formulating his thought, concludes - Never marry!

- Why? - Damian's tongue becomes wadded, syllables are swallowed.

- Not that and you will forget me! Well, kaaak, - looks up and splashes his hand, looking around the hall, in which there were a lot of people. “Look how beautiful they are…” Peter's small eyes turn into slits, and his plump lips stretch into a grin. - How not to love them all? M? Which one do you like?

- To me? - tries to focus his gaze on Muna, but it turns out only to squint I. - Everything!

- Here! And me ... that's all ... - combing her unruly hair back with her fingers and seeing two girls on the next couch, flirtatiously runs his tongue over his lips. Two young ladies understand this as an invitation, and without any hesitation, move to the two guys immediately on their knees.

Damian mechanically grabs the girl in a ring of hands and, bared his teeth, boldly kisses the brunette on the décolleté, which is so unacceptably open. Oh yes, it seems that this was not enough for him. The girl's skin has a pleasant sweetish taste, or maybe it already seems to him, but it doesn't matter, the main thing is that now he is pleased and wants more. He puts her aspirated moves further towards the neck, wet kissing a completely unfamiliar girl, who enjoys no less than him and throwing her head back, seems to start moaning. And the devil pulled him, why should he marry, if that's how it suits him? Isn't your friend right?

Damian spent a very long time in his kennel called the bedroom. It seems a lot of what happened he did not remember. I recognized Emily by the rare rustles in the apartment, and it would be nice if she brought him water and painkillers, but the man did not even have the strength to ask for it. I wonder how Peter is doing now? His friend seems to have drunk even more and after both went home, or rather disappointed Peter had to go to the hotel in which he was staying, although he brazenly asked for Damian's home. If both of them had collapsed in this state into the deputy's apartment, then Emily would definitely have been scared, otherwise she would not bother and peacefully coexisted next to him, going about her business.

After twelve hours of sleep, the man rolled off the bed onto the floor with a long groan. Finding himself on the cool parquet floor, he sprawled on it in a starfish pose, and after lying there for about five minutes, he tried to get up. The body was twisting as if he decided to remind him what happened to him when he first tried alcohol, or when he went too far with it, but in principle the same thing.

- Why is it so shitty ... - moaned the man standing up to his full height. Pulling off his no longer fresh jeans, he changes them to home, black shorts, and covers his bare torso with an oversized sweatshirt, simultaneously throwing a hood over his head. It has long been evening outside, and he notices this only now, when he looks at the screen of his phone. In his thoughts, like all other people in this situation, he promises himself that he will not drink any more and crawls out of the bedroom following through the living room to the kitchen. In a spacious room, only a floor lamp burns, creating a kind of intimacy, or rather pleasant, dim lighting, plasma works quietly, and a girl perched on a small sofa, leaning her head on a leather back, practically dozing under a TV show. Damian floats past her like a ghost, and Emily only notices him when she hears the refrigerator door slam. Waking up from a nap, she shudders and turns around to stare at Damian, who is so eagerly drinking water from a jug. Putting the empty, transparent vessel on a stone tabletop, leaning slightly with one hand on the refrigerator, and with the other grabs his head, hissing slightly.

- Maybe a pain reliever? - cautiously interested in blue-eyed with interest, watching his suffering. And in other matters, not so sorry for him. - "It's my own fault" - her inner voice sarcastically notes.

Without turning around, Damian slowly nods his head, continuing to stand still. Well, Emily will have to get up from her heated place for this poor fellow. The man only hears her sigh and the rustle of house slippers that shuffle across the parquet in the direction of the bathroom. His head is a little dizzy, so he crawls to the sofas and slowly sits down in his chair with the same drawn-out groan stretching his legs out on the bench. The sound of the TV seems too loud, so when irritated he covers his ears with his palms, because in order to reach the remote control and just turn it off, you need to have strength.

Emily returns with a white chest, which, as it seems to him, puts it loudly on the surface of a glass table and, finding a plate with painkillers, ran to pour it into a glass of water.

“Here,” she says after a couple of seconds, sitting down next to her and holding out a white white pill to the man.

- Thank you ... - as if he was dying, he moans down the pill with cool water. He gives the empty glass to the girl's hands and, leaning back in his chair, closes his eyes. - Turn off the TV.

- Why? - she does not understand, because she wanted to watch the TV show. - Does it bother you?

- Then turn down at least ... Yelling ... - he claps annoyedly, opening one eye.

- Actually, the sound is reduced to a minimum ... - Emily mutters slightly offensively, making the volume even quieter, returning to her seat.

Damian no longer answers her and, being half-alive, waits for the magic pill to finally work. The girl managed to miss the end of the TV show, so now she was sadly switching many channels and could not find anything interesting for herself. Here, he came and ruined all the fun. Her interested gaze rushes from the screen thoselevisor towards a closed laptop that was dormant. She bites her lip and thinks with a kind of impatience on her face.

- "I wonder if he read my letter?" - starts a conversation in his head and after thinking for a couple of seconds takes up the device, placing the laptop on his lap. While the system was waking up, the girl involuntarily glanced at the groaning Damian, which frowned at every rustle. Opening the mail, it was not clear what was happening in the girl's chest. It seemed to be nothing special, but inside was bubbling.

- "Have you read it or not?" - an inner voice squealed, and as soon as the page loaded, the girl discovered a new unread message. She practically screamed, but immediately covered her mouth with her palms, staring at Damian in dismay. - "If only I did not notice ...". It seemed to have passed, he did not even move.

[Jeremy: I haven't met such nice faces in a long time, honestly my camera loves you!

*Photo*]

The girl uploaded files with photographs and, with a skeptical chuckle, examined herself. In her opinion, the photo was beautifully done, skillfully and professionally, only she was the most ordinary on it. For the first time, a stranger convinced her that she was special.

[Emily: I don't see anything attractive about myself, but thanks for the photo!]

The girl sent a reply and looked at one photo again. She was standing at the rack with sweets, holding the cookies in her hands, and her face ... just such a face when communicating with an important person for you. With a person you don't see for a long time, that even a call becomes a little happiness.

- Now there will be something to poison my mother ... - she grunted in the middle of her voice, completely forgot that she was not alone in the room.

A new letter arrived in the mail notifying the girl with a sound.