One hour to midnight.
The clock seemed to be turning slowly, time
stretched into a different rhythm, were minutes had turned into hours.
How much longer would he have to endure
this? - Seth thought.
He didn’t belong here, to this party, to
this elegant big house filled with rich kids from the West side of town, all
done up in designer clothes and permed hair, all looking as if they had just
walked off the set of Dynasty.
And there was him, in his second hand
clothes inherited from an older cousin with no sense of style, big Christmas
jumper and faded jeans, his grey eyes hidden behind a curtain of straight dark
hair.
Perhaps he should have accepted Aidan’s
invitation after all, even if he had little in common with his friend’s work
colleagues. He had seemed more logical mixing with fellow college students. But
now he felt just as ill at ease. Why had he come?
Of course he knew perfectly well why. The reason for his presence was
standing a few paces from him, talking with friends and laughing, looking more
beautiful than ever, a blue and golden vision of seventeen year old perfection.
What had made him think tonight would be
different? Had he really imagined that Tara
would finally look his way? The shy, awkward boy from the East side's council estate who had fancied her in silence since Senior School?
What kind of New Years Eve’s miracle had he hoped would happen?
He should disappear before people
started kissing and singing drunken traditional songs, go home and hide in his
room, cry and maybe write another silly story about wasted love. Start the new
year as the last.
Seth left the crowded living-room and moved
to the hall, where he managed to dig out his coat from under the heap that had
been dropped on the old oak settle by the door. There wasn’t really any point
in saying goodbye to the others, especially the host. He couldn’t say he liked
James Douglas-Smith all that much, the spoilt rich brat. And he was sure the
feeling was mutual. So he might as well sneak out the door before anyone
realised he had gone.
“Are you leaving?” A familiar voice put a
stop to his plan for a quiet exit and he glanced at Livy standing in the
living-room doorframe. The way she was staring at him from behind her glasses unsettled
him. Did she know he was so desperately and hopelessly in love with her older
sister? She always seemed to see right through him.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I don’t know if I
want to be around for Auld Lang Syne.
It’s depressing.”
Again Livy scrutinized him, penetrating the
invisible wall he put up between himself and the world. There was no hiding and
he felt blood rising to his face as if she had just caught him naked.
“Are you going for a walk, then?” She
asked.
Seth shrugged. “I’ll probably stop at the
bridge and watch the fireworks over the river. Got to be better than here.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Livy smiled, looking
suddenly younger than her fifteen years. “I’ll come with you.”
Seth opened his mouth to protest, but Livy
had already extricated her coat and scarf from under all others, getting ready
to follow him, and he found himself secretly welcoming her company.
“Come on, then.” He sighed, and the two of
them slipped outside into the cold night.
***
“I knew I’d find
you here.” Aidan had appeared out of nowhere and now stood beside them, as Seth
and Livy leaned on the bridge rail.
Seth smirked.
“Of course you did. I told you I probably would come.”
“Hi, Aidan.”
Livy greeted him, as if to make sure her presence was acknowledged. She
always looked a little intimidated by Aidan. Perhaps it was his boisterous
manners, or his slightly dangerous edge, or maybe his good looks that turned
even the most confident girls into a giggly, coy mess.
“Hi, kiddo.”
Aidan smiled at Livy. “Did you have enough of the posh do as well?”
“Kind of. What
about you? I thought you’d be with your girlfriend…”
“Yeah, where’s
Alison?” Seth joined in.
Aidan shrugged.
“She’s not my girlfriend. We just have fun together.”
“Not having fun
tonight?”
“Nah. I thought
I’d come here to see if you were around.”
Seth laughed.
“Sounds like you had a real crappy night.”
Livy checked her
watch. “It’s ten minutes to nineteen-eighty-four. Any wish, resolution for the
new year?”
“Mmmmh…” Aidan
assumed a pensive expression. “Winning the Pools would be nice. Have a few quid
to help my mum and sisters and buy myself a motor.”
“Sounds good.
What about you Seth?”
Seth kept his
eyes on the waters below. What could he wish for? Sum up the courage to
jump in? Or be brave enough to make it through another year of
disappointments and heartaches? Grow up and stop being such a prized fool?
Aidan’s hand
landed firmly on his shoulder. “How about finally getting laid, this year,
mate?”
Seth smiled.
“Yeah… something like that.”
“And you, Liv?”
“I wish we can
be here again, next year. Every year. For the next thirty New Year’s Eves.”
Seth shuddered.
“What? Here, on the bridge? In this miserable town for the next thirty years?
Perish the thought.”
“No, no… I don’t
mean it like that.” Livy shook her head. “But I’d like it if we could get back
together. If our friendship could continue through the years.”
“I see. I
suppose that would be nice.”
“Where do you
think we will be in thirty years time? On the Eve of 2014?”
“Seth will be a
successful best selling sci-fi author.” Again Aidan patted Seth’s back. “He’ll be
loaded and take us all to a swanky party.”
“Ha. I’ll be
teaching English to Secondary School kids, if I’m lucky.” He placed his hand on
Livy’s hair. “Livy here will be the successful one. Famous artist exhibiting
all over the world.”
“I hope so.”
Livy smiled. “And you, Aidan?”
“I’ll almost
certainly be here, still working in a supermarket, still going nowhere,
watching you kids making money and the news. I’ll earn a few quid
selling stories of your seedy past to Hello!
or something.”
They all laughed
just as the peace of the night was shattered by loud bangs and the sky lit with
colourful fireworks.
“Well, it’s
nineteen-eighty-four, folks!” Aidan stood between them wrapping his arms around
Seth’s and Livy’s shoulders. “Should we kiss and sing Auld Lang Syne?”
Warmth spread
inside Seth, as they huddled together and stood at the edge of life, holding on
to their hopes and dreams for the future. Perhaps the new year wouldn’t be so
bad, he reflected; he leaned to his right and placed his lips on Aidan’s cheek.
“Here’s your kiss, mate. But I’m not going to sing.”
“Too bad.” Aidan
chuckled.
To the other
side of him, Livy grinned. “Happy New Years, guys.”
***
HAPPY 2014!
***
You can follow the story of Seth, Livy and Aidan in Playing on Cotton Clouds
