Chapter 3 - Rock Around the Clock
"Rock step, triple step, forward step, triple step, rock step, triple step, forward step, triple step, rock step..."
The never ending monotone seeped through the walls of Henry and James' room into Matt's bedroom. The odd crunching sound also made it through, perhaps as Kim, who was doing who knows what with her partner and who let escape the odd gasp of "James!" stepped on one of the many of Henry's Apple products spread across the floor. Henry claimed they were purposefully arranged in such a way so that he could easily find the right powerbook, organisor, laptop or iPod for the job he wanted, but everyone knew that in reality he hadn't decided where to store them after a year in the flat.
Matt tried to block the sound from his head as he tapped away on his own computer. He felt guilty. Really he should have been investigating the Fourth Crusade and whether it had been diverted to Constantinople because of Enrico Dandolo's homosexual desire for the Emperor Alexius IV, a presentation he was due to give in week 11 and it was already week 2, but instead he was switching between Google, trying to find a suitable venue for the wedding, and facebook, where he'd just doined the group "I want to do it in the library". Matt wasn't sure what exactly "it" was referring to, but he presumed it had something to do with hardcore studying, and if that was the case he definatly felt he ought to join.
Downstairs in the living room the entire house was sat glued to "Whose Line is it Anyway?". Campbell had seen the same five minutes three times given that first Henry, who had been to check his Y-Fronts were still in the drier, where they'd been for three days now, then Lindsay and finally Michael had all left and then returned to the room, requesting that the live pause function be used to return to the bits they'd missed. The doorbell rang, and nobody in the living room moved. Somebody else would get it. The doorbell rang again, and still the household remained fixated by Ryan Styles recreating the Michelin Man boarding a pirate ship in the style of a spagetti western. The doorbell rang and again and this time didn't stop. Nobody moved, each eying up the other to see who would crack before Elaine finally stood up and trooped downstairs. Campbell rolled his eyes as Elaine re-entered the room and asked if they could "watch that bit again".
"Who was it, Elaine?" asked Henry.
"Erm, I've forgotten, so I have," she replied. "It was fer Matt anyhoy."
Matt sighed as he sensed the door to his room open. If only he could be left to do everything he needed to do before the Christmas holidays! His frustration turned to contentment, however, as he turned to see Holly enter the room.
"Hey my Ho," he smiled. "How's it going?"
"It's reet," replied Holly, immediatly sitting on the bed beside Matt's chair and reaching out to stroke his knee. Man, it felt so good after all this time. "What you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for a venue for the wedding," he replied.
"Oh, I know, there's so much to organise. It's only a bloody wedding, but I wouldn't have thought there'd be so much."
"Oy! Cow!" The shout came throught the window. Holly walked over to see what was happening on the pavement outside.
"What is it?" asked Matt.
"I'm not sure, looks like that witch from CITV's insulting a little old lady outside Taste, but I couldn't be sure. It could be anyone, really."
"Huh, strange."
"So, what possibilities have you come across so far?" asked Holly.
"Well, I'm not sure Dandolo had any feelings at all for Alexius, it's probable that things just went wrong. If anyone's to blame, it's the French leaders..."
"What?" Holly interrupted.
"Oh, you mean the wedding? Erm, I haven't really found anything. There's always the Bay Hotel, but after the ball last year I'm not convinced that's the best option."
"Well, I guess we'd better keep looking. Dad says it's got to be cheap, because he's not paying over the odds. To be honest, it's your fault. He's tightening his belt even more since his look-a-like business isn't doing well. You shouldn't have told him he looked like Sean Connery."
"But he does!"
"No, he doesn't, Matt! And we haven't got any money because of it."
"I'm sorry," Matt apologised, looking over the top of his glasses at Holly.
How could she resist those big blue eyes looking at her like that from under that stylish haircut? She leapt onto him and began stroking his knee with vigour. Even the "Rock stop, triple step, forward step, triple step" faded into oblivion.
The never ending monotone seeped through the walls of Henry and James' room into Matt's bedroom. The odd crunching sound also made it through, perhaps as Kim, who was doing who knows what with her partner and who let escape the odd gasp of "James!" stepped on one of the many of Henry's Apple products spread across the floor. Henry claimed they were purposefully arranged in such a way so that he could easily find the right powerbook, organisor, laptop or iPod for the job he wanted, but everyone knew that in reality he hadn't decided where to store them after a year in the flat.
Matt tried to block the sound from his head as he tapped away on his own computer. He felt guilty. Really he should have been investigating the Fourth Crusade and whether it had been diverted to Constantinople because of Enrico Dandolo's homosexual desire for the Emperor Alexius IV, a presentation he was due to give in week 11 and it was already week 2, but instead he was switching between Google, trying to find a suitable venue for the wedding, and facebook, where he'd just doined the group "I want to do it in the library". Matt wasn't sure what exactly "it" was referring to, but he presumed it had something to do with hardcore studying, and if that was the case he definatly felt he ought to join.
Downstairs in the living room the entire house was sat glued to "Whose Line is it Anyway?". Campbell had seen the same five minutes three times given that first Henry, who had been to check his Y-Fronts were still in the drier, where they'd been for three days now, then Lindsay and finally Michael had all left and then returned to the room, requesting that the live pause function be used to return to the bits they'd missed. The doorbell rang, and nobody in the living room moved. Somebody else would get it. The doorbell rang again, and still the household remained fixated by Ryan Styles recreating the Michelin Man boarding a pirate ship in the style of a spagetti western. The doorbell rang and again and this time didn't stop. Nobody moved, each eying up the other to see who would crack before Elaine finally stood up and trooped downstairs. Campbell rolled his eyes as Elaine re-entered the room and asked if they could "watch that bit again".
"Who was it, Elaine?" asked Henry.
"Erm, I've forgotten, so I have," she replied. "It was fer Matt anyhoy."
Matt sighed as he sensed the door to his room open. If only he could be left to do everything he needed to do before the Christmas holidays! His frustration turned to contentment, however, as he turned to see Holly enter the room.
"Hey my Ho," he smiled. "How's it going?"
"It's reet," replied Holly, immediatly sitting on the bed beside Matt's chair and reaching out to stroke his knee. Man, it felt so good after all this time. "What you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for a venue for the wedding," he replied.
"Oh, I know, there's so much to organise. It's only a bloody wedding, but I wouldn't have thought there'd be so much."
"Oy! Cow!" The shout came throught the window. Holly walked over to see what was happening on the pavement outside.
"What is it?" asked Matt.
"I'm not sure, looks like that witch from CITV's insulting a little old lady outside Taste, but I couldn't be sure. It could be anyone, really."
"Huh, strange."
"So, what possibilities have you come across so far?" asked Holly.
"Well, I'm not sure Dandolo had any feelings at all for Alexius, it's probable that things just went wrong. If anyone's to blame, it's the French leaders..."
"What?" Holly interrupted.
"Oh, you mean the wedding? Erm, I haven't really found anything. There's always the Bay Hotel, but after the ball last year I'm not convinced that's the best option."
"Well, I guess we'd better keep looking. Dad says it's got to be cheap, because he's not paying over the odds. To be honest, it's your fault. He's tightening his belt even more since his look-a-like business isn't doing well. You shouldn't have told him he looked like Sean Connery."
"But he does!"
"No, he doesn't, Matt! And we haven't got any money because of it."
"I'm sorry," Matt apologised, looking over the top of his glasses at Holly.
How could she resist those big blue eyes looking at her like that from under that stylish haircut? She leapt onto him and began stroking his knee with vigour. Even the "Rock stop, triple step, forward step, triple step" faded into oblivion.
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