RuKsaK

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Not going out on a Saturday night was worse than boredom - it was jail. A kind of annoyance which is physical - has you punching imaginations. On this Saturday I couldn’t go out though.
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Quiet Stevo was a guy way too deliberate and unhurried for a sixteen-year-old. He had the shortest hair from all of us – long hair would have life in it, and he didn’t want that. Even his clothes were heavy. I never saw him offer any joke more than an aimless smile. He was Liz’s boyfriend for two years and one of my closest friends.

Liz, except for one other close friend - Steadward, had been my secret. I couldn’t see Stevo this weekend – all about me and Liz must have spilled onto him.
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The ripe knock on the Sunday morning door was for me. It was him with an invisible hangover as ever:
‘Thought you’d be out last night RuKsaK.’
‘Nah, er, saving a bit.’
Pathetic.

‘Fuck off! You didn’t want to see me or Liz, did you?’
‘I don’t get you Stevo.’
Coward.

‘You fucking get me. You will get me. Liz dumped me for you. For two fucking weeks she was with you. The first one with me still. Don’t be a twat – tell me the truth.’
‘I don’t know what to say.’ still under the bed cover.
Cunt.

‘Just tell me. Please tell me.’
‘Stevo, me and Liz…’
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Stevo looked at rest by the end of it and said:
‘She’s with some other guy now. Some cunt she’s doing work experience with. We have to get her from him.’
‘We!’
‘I don’t care whether it’s you or me with her anymore. You’re my friend – he’s not. Better it’s you or me, but not another, just not another.’
‘Whoa! Maybe Stevo, but how do we do that?’
‘We talk to her – together.’

I never worked out if it was desperation or mad, mad benevolence from Stevo. Like a great book, Stevo had inherent, pungent wisdom in him. That’s my rationale towards his confusing reaction to me first-time-fucking© his two-year girlfriend away from him. After knowing him you were never totally the same – like a good fucking book I said. If you don’t know what I mean then you’re poorly read and poorly friended.

Yet - I was never going to talk to Liz with him. I had another plan.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Liz - part 2