Stanton Box Set

“Hi Tash.”

My heart swells and tears fill my eyes at the sound of his voice. “Baby,” I whisper.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“No,” I sob, “I miss you.”

He stays silent.

“This is ridiculous—we can’t be apart for this long,” I stammer.

“I will see you again on Monday, Natasha. I said a week.”

“Josh no. It’s only Thursday. I can’t wait that long. I feel sick being without you.”

“So you are ok?”

“Just,” I murmur. “I love you,” I whisper.

He stays silent as I hear him inhale deeply.

“Josh, what’s wrong?” Panic sets in, why didn’t he say it back?

“Nothing. I will see you Monday night, ok?”

My face drops. “Do you love me?” I whisper.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he sighs.

I smile. “I miss you.”

“Bye presh.” He hangs up.

Relief fills me, he called me presh. It’s ok, it’s all going to be ok.

Joshua

It’s eight o’clock and I am at a Thai restaurant with the boys discussing the two stooges’ break and enter today. We are in a benchseat set up in the back corner. Ben had to break the locks to get them out. They were so lucky that they didn’t get caught. On the up side they found a whole case of disks and another laptop. Ben is going to go through them tonight and then destroy them. I wonder how many other poor bastards’ films are in that box.

“I still cannot believe they broke into her apartment.” Adrian shakes his head in shock.

“I know,” Cameron splutters. “Ballsy.”

Ben shakes his head. “It would have been imbecile Abbie’s idea. She is a bad influence on Bridget.”

I smirk at Ben.

“What?” he says dryly as he raises an eyebrow.

“You have a soft spot for Didge, just admit it.” I pick my teeth with a toothpick as I lean back with my arm slung across the back of the chairs.

He rolls his eyes. “She’s a cool chick, that’s all.”

Camero

n shakes his head and glares at him. “I told you not to touch her unless you plan on marrying her.”

Ben hold his hands up in defence. “Nobody’s touching anybody. Calm down.”