“Lucy looked at
Steve and Steve looked at Lucy. Though they were in a drunken haze it was as if
they were seeing each other for the first time. Each of them knew at that
moment, in their heart of hearts that this was the person who they were truly
meant to be with for all of eternity. Theirs was a deep love, buried beneath
denial and only just being allowed to surface now, when- OW!”
“Thank you, Lucy.”
“Joey, can you pass me my shoe back
please?”
“Who throws a shoe? That was totally
unnecessary, such an overreaction. You’re both in denial. All I was doing was
describing the moment you two were just having. You desperately need to
acknowledge your hidden love for one another.”
“I still have another shoe,” pointed
out Lucy, “This time I’ll aim better.”
“I thought it was a pretty good shot.”
“Steven, your input is not necessary
here,” said Joe.
“Neither was yours, that’s why you got
a shoe aimed at you,” countered Steve. Joe feigned outrage and dramatically put
his hand to his heart.
“I was narrating your moment!”
“We were not having a moment!” cried
Lucy.
“Yeah, she’s right. Just like you
always are, my little shnookie-poo. You’re so clever and adorable my
pookie-pie.” Steve cooed.
“Oh honeybunch, you’re so sweet to me,”
cooed Lucy in response, “What would my life be without my little googly-woo?”
They continued to coo in this manner until Joe realised they were just mocking
him and got up. As he walked to the kitchen he muttered, “Get a room. Finally.”
He thought he had done so in a voice low enough to not be heard but getting a
second shoe in the back of the head, followed by malevolent laughter, told him
otherwise. In the kitchen he spun around and leaned over the breakfast bar,
looking into the living room.
“Just be aware that I can still see you
from here. So no secret smooches.”
“Don’t you have a lecture tomorrow
morning? Like, at 9am?” Lucy reminded him. Steve groaned, he had one too. Lucy
smiled, “Well you boys had better be getting off to bed then, no?”
“Yeah, yeah. Mum.” Joe said sullenly.
He walked over to Lucy and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle (or as
much of a cuddle as he could, with Steve’s legs in the way. He didn’t
understood why they felt the need to top-and-tail all over the sofa like that
every time as if it were the most comfortable position in the world, or how
Lucy could put up with Steve’s feet in her face) and trotted up the stairs like
a good boy to an early bedtime. Steve groaned again and stretched out,
accidentally-on-purpose putting his feet on
Lucy’s face.
“Ew, Steve! You’re so disgusting! Go to
bed!” she laughed, shoving his pongy socks along with the rest of him off the
sofa.
“You love it,” he said, “Almost as much
as you love Ca- OW!”
“I threw both my shoes at Joe but I can
still kick you.”
“Clearly. Ow.”
“And a very good night to you too, Mr.
Steven Lewis,” Lucy said in her poshest voice, attempting to bow even though
she was lying on the sofa.
“Night, Luce,” said Steve. He paused.
Then, “Luce?”
“Yeah?” she sat up.
“I’m sorry. About… well about last
night for a start. And then about you and Carter. He was an idiot and I didn't like him at all but your sadness is my sadness and all that bull.” Lucy looked
at him for and smiled sweetly.
“Thanks. You can be a bit of a moron
sometimes but I do still love you.” They stayed still for a second, Steve
standing and Lucy sitting, then Steve knelt down and gave her a hug. He hated
that anything could make her sad, he wanted to protect her. In a brotherly way,
of course. He pulled back from the hug slightly and the two of them stayed
still again, keeping their arms locked together. Then, suddenly, as if from
nowhere, came a voice both of them thought had gone to bed:
“Now that’s a moment!”
“Joe!” yelled Lucy.
“What? I needed some chamomile to send
me to sleep and I just happened to walk in on your little love fest. So what is
this? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”
he asked, turning on the kettle and chuckling at his own witticism.
“You are so camp.” Steve said.
“Er, yeah. Duh.” came the response from
Joe. Lucy sighed and got up, walking over to the kitchen.
“Firstly, I can’t be bothered to give
you a French lesson right now, so I’m going to do the next best thing: assure
you that Steve and I did not just have a moment and are not going to elope to
Wales or do any of your other ridiculous suggestions. So you can save your
narration this time, or I’m going to have to find another shoe.”
“What is it with shoes and hurting me
today? Fine, no moment. But what was secondly?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You said firstly and then no
secondly,” Steve explained, “Is there actually a secondly at all?”
“Oh. Right. Well how about this:
secondly, I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” With that, she kissed them both on
their cheeks and raced up the stairs to the bathroom, five minutes later, she
came out and went into her room. She could still hear the boys talking
downstairs but she turned on her radio and got out a book to read until they
went to sleep. It was so nice of Steve to
say that, he really is a sweetie deep down. I do love him, he’s like my knight
in shining armour. In a sisterly way, obviously.