We weren’t aware of Holly’s entrance until we heard the familiar sound of high heels scraping the wooden ground. Every time. Mike and I looked up, amused, to see Holly regaining her footing before storming over to our table.
“Don’t say anything” she challenged, glaring at us before looking down at the menu. Mike and I held back our laughter as Holly skimmed through the menu. She always had the same thing, I have no idea why she even bothered looking.
“So how was last night?” Mike asked me, changing the subject completely.
“Oh god” I complained, resting my head in my hands, “it went terribly”
“How?” Holly asked, concerned.
“I think the police were there somewhere” I confessed. I hadn’t mentioned anything to Will yet. Mostly because he would tell me I was over-reacting. “And Will made the biggest deal yet… What if the police were there? What if Will goes to jail?”
“Oh come on Michelle” Holly replied, rolling her eyes. “Will hasn’t been caught yet, why would he now?”
“I don’t know. But I’m worried”
“You worry about everything” Holly replied before setting the menu down. She was right.
A waiter walked over and smiled politely at us.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked us. Holly looked him up and down, grinning.
“I sure am” she replied as she winked at the waiter.
Mike and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, we both fell into a fit of laughter as we watched the waiter’s uncomfortable expression. Holly wasn’t happy.
“The garden salad” she spat as she glared at us. The waiter jotted it down quickly, obviously wanting to leave quickly.
“I’ll have the vegetarian lasagne” I added between giggles.
“The pumpkin soup” Mike added after me before laughing again. The waiter left and hurried back to the kitchen without a backwards glance.
“Nice work Holly” Mike said, his face straining to keep straight.
“Yeah, if only I could pick up like you…” I added, grinning. Mike and I stopped when we saw the look Holly was giving us. If looks could kill…
“Anyway” Holly started, between her teeth, “Leisa’s dead, huh?”
“I still can’t believe it” Mike exclaimed, his brown eyes staring off to something that wasn’t there.
“I can” I replied sombrely. Leisa was a drug addict, like most the people I know. She was in and out of rehab when she could afford it so when I heard she had overdosed on heroin the other day it didn’t really come as a shock.
“But her funeral’s in a couple of hours,” Holly started, “that’s all too real”
“I know what you mean” I agreed.
We sat in silence, thinking about Leisa and how it could happen to anyone until our food came.
“Promise me you two won’t do that to me” Mike announced, breaking the silence. His eyes were on his soup as he twirled his spoon through it.
“Do what?” Holly asked, shoving a piece of lettuce into her mouth.
“Overdose” He replied before finally starting on his meal.
“Promise” I replied, “I couldn’t live with myself if I let you guys do that”
“But it wouldn’t be your fault” Holly said, confused.
“Who would you have gotten the drugs from?” I reminded them. Mike shook his head.
“Will. Not you. Don’t worry”
“I can’t” I mumbled, taking a forkful of lasagne and shoving it into my mouth. I always worried. What if the drugs that I helped sell ended up in a dead person’s veins? It definitely would be my fault. I could have stopped it!
We were silent again as we finished our meals. None of us wanted to leave the café and make our way to the church. While Leisa wasn’t a close friend, it really hit home.
Can you just tell me what you think. It’s centred around Michelle and is ultimately a love story between her and a police officer.
Whoops. Just realised the title of the question should say ‘Incomplete’ not ‘Uncompleted’. Stupid me.
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