ever.
She had his good looks and personality.
When Holly started flirting with Rhino as well, it
became too much for Felix to bear and he turned to face the
opposite direction.
Cherry had yet to arrive and Felix was worried about
her. She was becoming increasingly jaded by Holly’s spotlight
hogging, and the bad feeling between them was just increasing
tenfold.
As he was taking his
latest selfie for his now some 67,000 followers, he heard gasps and
some commotion going on behind him.
He turned around again to see that Cherry had finally
arrived in her most sensationalistic outfit yet.
She looked like a bi-sexual man’s delight.
Like Dr Jekyll and Ms
Hyde!
Half of her was dressed as the slut droppin’ Cherry
Fontaine, with rosso corsa red bobbed hair, bright matching
lipstick and a drop dead gorgeous, plunging neckline
dress.
The other half was dressed as her nerdus mcdorkus alias
Chesney Foster, complete with brown chords, plaid picnic blanket
shirt and pattern-clashing polka dot bowtie; and most unusual of
all: half a national health thick-rimmed spectacle
frame.
Felix went over to tell
her she looked great. Well at least half of her did anyway.
“ I’ve changed my name by deed poll to Cherry Chesney,”
she announced. “I’ve decided to embrace my unisexual
androgyny.”
Needless to say all eyes were no longer on Holly Wood
and she was absolutely fuming.
Some press from the Daily
Mirror were there and hovered around Cherry taking her picture and
asking questions.
Rhino popped over with a drink for Felix.
“How’s it hanging?” he
asked.
“ Well it was to the left, until the girls showed up,”
replied Felix.
“ The years have certainly been kind,” Rhino agreed,
licking his lips.
“ You seem to be getting on well with them both,” noted
Felix.
“ Holly’s great. And I like Cherry,” he nodded toward
her. “She’s certainly looking the part tonight.”
Felix looked over and saw Cherry, still quite the
centre of attention and loving it, and Holly not quite so
much.
He then excused himself and went outside for a
cigarette, where he bumped into Fifi Wood again.
The buttons on her blouse were becoming further undone
every time he saw her and he was trying his hardest not to look
where a magnet usually drew his eyes.
Fifi was definitely her mother’s daughter. And as Felix
feared, her father’s too.
“I didn’t realise Holly
had married?” he said, taking another puff of his cigarette.
It was raining lightly and they sheltered in the
doorway.
“ She never did,” Fifi said, attempting to light up
herself.
Felix automatically went
to stop her.
“You shouldn’t,” he said.
“It’s a really bad habit.”
He’d only had a couple of drinks, well two or three at
most, but he suddenly felt really funny. And not funny ha ha
either.
He went to move and lost his balance.
Fifi caught him before he could fall onto the
pavement.
“ Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.
Then she started to feel dizzy and stumbled
herself.
They hold each other up as they walk down a dark
alleyway, each feeling as sick as the other.
Fifi’s heel gets caught in a drain and she falls into
the gutter.
They are not alone.
Someone is watching
them.
Felix croutches down to check if she is okay and to
help her back up, but everything is spinning and his vision has
become blurred.
Then he blacks out.
Chapter 12.
( Cliffhanger )
It’s the
morning after the nightmare before and Holly is frantic.
“Open up Felix,
I know she’s in there,” she screams, banging on his apartment door,
so hard her knuckles are almost bleeding.
The door opens
and Felix stands before her, stark bollock naked, holding all but
his modesty in just one hand.
Holly brushes
past him and heads straight to the bedroom. Felix follows puzzled,
finding some boxer shorts on the way and putting them on as he
does.
Holly checks
under the bed and in the wardrobe too.
“Let me know
when you’ve finished,” Felix says,