Clumsily, she types the words that ache her inner self, not the ones she exposes on the surface... no happiness, no joy, no endless laughs - gloom.

This is the sequel to that story I wrote back in june and before that...

Here, if you don't remember it: Chapter II

Can I advise something? If this isn't too long a read (or if it is put it on repeat, or something...) please play this music as background... :

Glasgow Love Theme

They walked down the street in which Jamie had spent all his childhood. You could see the frozen ground crack under their footsteps and there were kids playing in the neighbourhood. It was a quiet area of the city where flowers could bloom effortlessly because the environing vibes were positive. Though Jamie had never really noticed it, the whole neighbourhood really appreciated him. They had seen him being born and bred in that good old street and were used to his charming, charismatic face. He was a good guy too, Mrs. Johnston, a 72 year old lady who lived by herself couldn't even count - and not only because she had problems with her memory - the number of times he had proposed to help her with her vegetables and fruits or with the aforementioned beautiful flowers which also happened to bloom endlessly in her garden despite the fact she never took care of it. Whilst the elders appreciated him, the younger dwellers of High Street looked up to him. He regularly babysitted the kids of his closest neighbours, the Jacksons, and sometimes he even gave them maths lessons. He might have been the perfect young man if it wasn't for the reprehensible - or anyway, for these young girl's fathers - relationships he had had with some young ladies of his neighbourhood. A large portion of them went to the same school as him and he had made the stupid mistake to get involved with a few...at the same time. This had caused envy from the young males and jealousy amongst the girls.

Unfortunately, as he entered the corner café, one of these girls in question was there and oh, she was in company of her friend - also someone he had gotten involved with in the past but hopefully they didn't know it...yet. In which case they now would

Most young men's reaction would have been to look for the furthest table and drag Rebecca there, but Jamie's thoughtfulness made him go say hello to them instead.

"Hey, girls! How are you doing? Here, let me introduce you lot to someone..." he said

"Rebecca, this is Jenny and this is Amy." he said as he showed the blonde girl then the redhead. "We go to the same school" Rebecca smiled, embarrassed, and totally oblivious to the situation. However, she could sense the ambient jealousy emanating from the two girls.

"Oh, hey Becca" said one of them.

"Hey, yeah, I prefer Becca actually, sorry Jamie" said Rebecca with a large and genuine smile on her face. However, she was getting tired of this whole situation and didn't want to lose any more time. She had tried to make a decision as she was going to Jamie's house in the first place, but this had made her choose in 5 secondes what she hadn't managed to choose during a 3 hours bus journey paid with her savings. And yes, she had broken that piggy bank.

Once this decision was made, Rebecca managed to excuse herself by saying :

"Anyway, Jamie and me are off, we'll see you in school, right." and then pulled Jamie to a table far from the two magpies who were now giving her the evil glare - not that she cared, she had no time for bitching.

"Wow" said Jamie, "Thank you so much for pulling me out of this. You saved my life, but anyway, what's this about seeing them in school, do you live here? I've never seen you before..."

Jamie's questions were natural and honest, but Rebecca ignored them and used one of the best arguments that a woman can use with men (not this one... the other one).

"So, Jamie, what's their best thing here? How about those cupcakes you mentioned earlier? Any good?" Jamie started to talk and said "Oh, but I thought you didn't like having te-" but Rebecca cut him halfway through his speech.

"Yeaaaah... fine, I think I'll have cinnamon tea and a cupcake. No, two. No comment, I'm off my diet today."

At the mention of the word "diet" Jamie chuckled. Not because Rebecca was a little chubby, no, but because he had realised that he didn't like the Kate Moss' and other Agyness Deyn's. No, he was more of a Beyoncés and Marilyn Monroes man. Anyway, what had really amused him was the obviously ironic tone in Rebecca's tone which he completely agreed with.

Though he himself had a perfectly fit body with just enough of everything where it's necessary, he hated holding girls which felt like they would break any second, girls that felt like little girls. Rebecca might not had known it yet, but she was his type really, and he also would find it out soon, but too late...

"So, Becca... get started, tell me more about yourself then... how did you end up here?"

Unfortunately, Becca was still looking at her Menu, or pretending to, and this had completely struck her at the unexpected instant, she didn't know what to say.

"Well...I lived in er... Swansea for 5 years, then 2 in Salisbury, 4 in Brighton and then 5 more years in Surrey. Then, not too long ago, my mum was offered a job here, so here I am..."

As she finished her sentence the barmaid came to take their orders. The service was really quick so their teas and cupcakes were on their table two minutes after having ordered them and between the order and the supply there had been some sort of survey being asked. How many times have you been here and other common survey questions came up, which was just fine for Rebecca, maybe it'll get him his interrogatory off his mind... But she was wrong.

"And, if I may ask, how are you liking it so far?" once again, she didn't know what to say.

She didn't come from Surrey, and it was the first time in her life she had ever been to London. Before her eighteenth birthday, which was today, she had never really ever done anything she really wanted, but today was her time to shine and to discover what she had wanted to know for so long. Was it really him?

"Well, it's lovely of course. It's the metropole, isn't it... even though Surrey is almost London, this is bigger than anywhere I've ever lived"

"Missing the other places yet, your best friends maybe?" asked Jamie curiously. Unfortunately, at the mention of her friends her heart throbbed fastly and ached.

"Well, I'll get over it right? I'm sure you'll help me, even though I've already made myself two enemies" she said, smiling. He smiled back and slurped his drink.

They stayed there for about two hours talking about matters and others, about their tastes, what they had in common and their differences. Jamie told her about his love for Blues and Jazz and how he thinks it reflects his own feelings sometimes, and she told him about how she can get emotional by listening to Beethoven. As the minutes passed she realised she started liking him more and more. At the moment that she noticed this she just stood up, without a warning.

"Listen, Jamie, thank you, really, I'm very very glad to have met you but I should... really... just, go." said Rebecca, feeling nauseous "Here... I'll give you 5£, you can keep the change. Really, it was nice meeting you but I'd better go"

"Wait, why, no!" was all Jamie could utter amidst all this confusion

"Won't you at least give me your number?" he asked in a desperate tone

"Give me yours" she said as she took her mobile out, even though she knew she probably shouldn't have. As he gave her his digits she said "Thank you, really. I'll... Goodbye" she then kissed his cheek in a hurry, leaving a red mark on it, waved, and left rushing. As she walked she could smell his Axe Africa on her skin. It was ingrained in there now, for a good while.

He had also stood up in the process and was just standing there watching her run away. The two magpies were laughing and sneering behind him and all he could think of was Rebecca Tate. Yes, for the following year of his life, all he would think of was Rebecca Tate.

To be continued....

I'm desperate. Which colour do I set as background or whatever it's called? How does this works? How do *I* work? Confused.

So, what's the big idea? I'm struggling to understand how to choose an image to use as mosaic to have a decent blog, plus it's setting its own width without my consent which is slightly annoying me, but nevermind the pinprick, 'cus there are bigger ones. Pricks, that is.

Firstly, university. Ah. Yes... it might sound like I've got everything under control, but that's far from reality.

The more days pass, the more gullible I feel. "Do you really think this will work out, you idiot?!" Is what I have in mind these days. Especially when you see stuff like "1000 apply worldwide, but only 25 places are available" which basically means -from my very thin knowledge of maths- that I have 1/40th of a chance to get in.

Then again, knowing how shit I am at Maths and how we've only just started Probabilities last week, I might well be wrong, right? Whatever. The chances are thin is what you must keep in mind. The worst part is when you read about these people who've been PUBLISHED or have done summer courses and such things. Seriously, the only thing I've had published are the articles I write myself on my blogs. And I publish them by pushing a button that says "PUBLISH" - myself. And that's far from being relevant, because when I do write it's about irrelevant stuff.

E.g.: This article.

Also, to secure a place, I need to send a copy of a literary work I have written. 10 pages minimum, 16 maximum, 2 pages long commentary on it.

Alright, then. Dead easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy! No, but seriously. The thing I've posted over here might be interesting, but it isn't too academic. I'll try and keep it up though, just for the sake of learning how to write properly; I'm that selfish and self-centred.

Speaking of fish, am I the only one noticing the sea-based theme of them monkey boys on their new album? Oh, really?

"Yours is the only ocean...that I want to swing from"

Crying Lightning video (please don't mention the hair again)

Er... I've ran out of arguments but I had a few more up there (up there being in my head, if anything)

Other sea-related fact; my room looks like it has suffered a Tsunami. And it sort of has, in the past few month. I'm a relatively lucky survivor... I have a big window and can waste my time away watching bees, and trees*, and wishing of empty seas. Ok no, it's not here I need to get all poetic... point is, my room is messier than my head, and that's no pretty sight. If this were a cartoon - my life that is, but it's more like a circus than a cartoon if anything - , I'd have steam coming out from my ears quite often. Just picture that, steamy Marianne. Fact I'll bring that idea to life in a sec.

And further prick; Entertainment. Can I have a bit of it please? Preferably something positive... the only Entertainment I seem to be getting now is from people who propose stuff when really they don't want to do them. If you don't want to do not say FROM YOUR OWN WILL that you will. The easiest way would be to ignore someone utterly. Which you're kind of doing, but sort of not. Here, just screen me and it'll be sorted. Like, erase me, block me, insult me, get it over with. Seriously, I'd rather have you act like a dickwad so that I can comfort myself saying "pff, he was a dick anyway, his loss" than "oh, but maybe he has an excuse". Your excuse is you're socially and emotionally retarded, that's it. But being a dick from scratch would have made it easier. Mind you, I find you a mind-wrecking bastardly fury titcaked dickwad anyway now, so it's all good.

Errr, anyway. I've managed to make a 1000 lines article out of 2 months of nothingness. I guess that's what writing is about. Seriously, what was Rabelais' point with Gargantua? 54 chapters from womb to tomb? I'll have an autobiographic go at that. Once it's honed, I'll send it to the unis and try to make them publish me, and will win the Nobel Prize *cough, yeah right*

Anyway, I should probably buzz off, in case I doze off, which is what's happening at the moment. You know that moment when you're reading a book in class or something, and you enter a semi-lethargic state, and feel your heart slow down, and your breath very closely, and get all dizzy and start squinting and struggling as you try to keep up with the page/paragraph/line/word? You know when the teacher asks you to take over the reading right this second? This is what's happening. And I know you're so lovely you wouldn't want to spoil this access to pure Nirvana for me. So ZzZ I go. This is just the beginning dears. It is. And the end, has no end.

<3

In return to you allowing me to sleep, I'll spoil you with a few amazing live performances I've been enjoying to bits these days. iPod is overworked, methinks. This should make up for those of you who didn't attend Pukkelpop... It was trick or treat last week! So here are the visual kudos.

And a last one I had forgotten due to my trance at PeePee. PLEASE LISTEN... it's a nice surprise.

*that's bullshit, bees are hibernating now - right?

PS: any annoyance for me to acknowledge?