Snow Balls (Ball Games #2) (10 page)

'Thanks, Mum. I'm looking at a couple of properties next week so I don't think I'll be too much longer, but, at least, that means I won’t make a rash decision now. I can make sure I choose the right property.’

‘Tyler, I know I’m always going on about Camille’s business, but I’m proud of you too, you know? Only I know you can do better than loafing about at home.’

‘Well, up until the last minute I was trying to stay at home.'

She curls her feet up on the sofa. 'So what changed your mind?'

'Being at Camille's. Lindsay leaving. Seeing life move on. Why the change of heart, Mum, anyway? I thought you couldn’t wait to get rid of me?’

'This week on our own. Me and your Dad. It was so strange, so quiet without you stomping about demanding things. It’s going to take some getting used to.'

'Like you said, it’s the next part of our lives mum. You need to make the most of it. Camille and Dylan seem pretty tight.’ I nudge her with my elbow. ‘Might not be long before grand-kiddies are on their way.'

'You reckon?' Mum looks up at me, a hopeful glint in her eye.

'Hope so. You'll be a fantastic grandma.'

'I will, won't I?'

She leans over and gives me a massive hug. Then she sits back and hits me. A great swipe across the ear.

'Ow. What was that for?'

'Did you really let that girl go? Are you completely blind to what was going on around you? I said I wouldn't interfere but Tyler Turner you need a bloody good kick up the arse.'

I rub my still stinging ear. 'What are you talking about?'

'Lindsay.'

'We're just friends.'

'Really? Tell me that’s all she is to you Tyler and I’ll say nothing further.'

I pause, 'Well…'

'For God's sake. You and your father. Dumb and Dumber.'

'She doesn't like me, not in that way.'

'Tyler. I hung around your father for six weeks and that was enough. Now, Lindsay, I don't know when her feelings for you changed, but she's been around nine years. When you brought her to our house for pizza, she watched you like I used to watch your dad. That hope. That you might be finally noticing her. My guess would be that her getting zilch back from you made her take that job opportunity. A fresh start for her. Away from you.'

'You're wrong. I made a mistake on the leaving do. I kissed her.'

'What happened?'

'She looked so shocked. I told her I'd made a mistake. Then I left.'

'Oh my God, Tyler. I could hit you again.’

I flinch back to protect my ears.

‘Of course she'd look shocked. You finally noticed her in a romantic way. She'll have been stunned. Then you ran off. And repeat that again, you said it was a mistake?'

'Er.'

I’m off guard and she thwacks my other ear.

‘Jesus, Mother. I’m ringing Child Services.’

She raises her voice, 'So now she's gone. Well done son. Well done.'

I scratch my head. What do I do now? I remember the IOU. She agreed to meet me on the thirty-first of March.

'All might not be lost, Mum,' I say.

‘Really? Are you going to try to get your girl?’

‘Yes, Mummy.’ I pat her head and walk out of the room. She scowls at me but I can see her underlying smile.

I have ten days until the thirty-first. Ten days to secure a property and get it cleaned up. Then I will text the address to my friend to gather her for the results of our YouTube battle. I hope the thought of her victory is enough to get Lindsay round, as the twenty pounds up for grabs doesn’t seem much of an enticement anymore. Maybe there needs to be a better prize to win too?

On Monday, I ask if I can take the rest of the week off as annual leave. Donna says she's been trying to make me take them before the month end anyway. She looks at my entitlement and says she doesn't want to see me again until April the 1st. I have ten days off. Tuesday morning I look at properties to rent. By Friday morning, my deposit is paid and I'm packing to move. My belongings are few but my new place is smart and furnished, so Dylan agrees to help me move over the weekend.

My mother cries as I leave and invites me for Sunday dinner, even though it will only be my second day in my new place. She gives me four carrier bags full of food for my fridge and freezer.

My Dad hugs me and whispers for me to give her some time to get used to me being independent. I have to laugh at the irony.

By Monday, the place is looking shipshape. I get out my phone and send a text.

Reminder. I'm using the IOU. Thursday 31 March Eight pm. YouTube Wars.

I add my new address to the text.

Because I cheated and paid for an advert, I'm up to four hundred followers, so I'm quietly confident I'll have beaten the hamster.

I therefore add:

As well as the twenty pounds I will bet you a walk down the street in your undies for the loser. Terms and conditions: you have to pass at least three other houses.

I hear nothing for over an hour and go into a sulk. Then there’s a beep.

I accept the extra bet. Eight pm it is. I hope it's cold. Am I getting fed as the original IOU was I would get you food? Shall I bring a takeaway?

I text back

No. I’ll cook
. Might as well give my oven a workout.

I take a deep breath as nerves kick in. I'd better try to get a few more followers between now and Thursday night. She sounded confident.

Chapter Nine

After a mild winter where we were wearing tee shirts in November, on the afternoon of the thirty-first of March it snows. Snow in Britain is of course unlike the snow anywhere else in the world. Even a centimetre of the stuff can bring the whole of the UK to a halt. Luckily the Council gritters had been out the evening before. Right now the roads, being busy with traffic, were staying pretty clear. My new road, however, being a small one with not much through traffic was steadily rising with the white stuff.

I check my phone throughout the afternoon, waiting for the text from Lindsay to say she can't make it because of the weather but it never arrives. At seven pm I prepare the food. A simple dinner of veggie burgers with pre-prepared vegetables. I’d chosen to stay safe.

At five minutes to eight, there's a knock on the door.

I give myself a once-over in the mirror. Yep, hair looking good. Clothes fitting the body nicely these days.

As I open the door, I find a strangely wrapped shape outside. Closer inspection reveals a body in a padded jacket. There are several scarves wrapped around the neck and face, apart from a teeny eye slit which is covered with ski goggles. The package is complete with a large woolly hat, gloves, wellingtons and a hiking stick.

A muffled sound comes from within the shape, 'Let me in then.'

The shape I presume to be Lindsay barges past me and walks through my house shedding clothes like wrappers in a game of pass the parcel.

'Christ, I'm roasting hot now,' she moans, dripping water all over the floors.

I pick her stuff up and hang it over the radiators. Getting a mop I clean up the drips off the floor.

'Fucking hell. You've turned into Martha Stewart.'

I pass her a glass of wine. 'Dinner will be in ten. Would you like a guided tour around my new abode as I know the suspense will be killing you?'

'I thought you'd never ask.'

I quickly show her around the place, skimming the peek into my bedroom. Even though she spent time in the one in my Mum's house it feels weird now I’ve kissed her. My gaming equipment is downstairs so it’s now a place solely for sleep and shenanigans. Or sleep only, because there have been no shenanigans in the last few days. I've been too tired for even a touch of hand solo (yes that’s a masturbating
Star Wars
reference. I’m a nerd, get over it.)

'It's really nice, Tyler. I'm proud of you. How's your mum taking it?'

'She calls me at six every evening. My Dad's told her she can only do that this first week, and then she's rationed to once a week calls.

She laughs. It lights up her face. I realise I enjoy making her smile.

We eat and I ask her about work. She says she’s settling in well, although it’s early days. The conversation appears a little awkward though and there are silences that I don't find comfortable. Boringly, I end up talking about the snow.

'I wasn't sure you'd make it.'

'Oh, I have snow chains. Also, I packed an overnight bag. You're not going to throw me out on the street if I can't get home, are you?'

'Of course not.'

‘Wasn’t missing out on you making me dinner. It’s a miracle.’

I look out of the window and see that the snow has stopped falling. Fucking stupid snow.
Please come down thickly,
I pray, so she has to stay the night.

I clear away the dishes. Lindsay insists on helping me so I wash the pots and she dries. I can't believe I never noticed what was in front of me the whole time. But I blew it. I know I did. The minute I said it was a mistake and I saw her reaction.

'So,' says Lindsay putting down the tea towel. 'Let’s check out the net and see who's won the competition.'

We toss a coin to see who looks first. It lands on tails which I chose so I put up my page.

'Four hundred and twenty-eight followers. Not bad.' Lindsay smiles.

She turns the computer towards her, clicks the keys and turns it back to me.

'Four hundred and sixty-three thousand followers? Are you kidding me? For a hamster?'

'My hamster is the main star of the show, but you helped get me a few views.' She presses the play button on a video. I watch as I fall over the religious sign.

'Hey. What? I thought you erased that?'

'I did. After I uploaded it to my channel.'

'That's cheating.'

'You didn't specify what we had to put on our channels. Only that we had to have one. I won, so get your clothes off.'

My eyes widen. 'Pardon?'

'Underwear walk. Outside. At least three houses down. Get to it, Ty. Loser.' She makes the L shape with her fingers in front of her face.

'Fine.'

She's giggling as I strip down to my underwear. I open the front door. 'Fucking hell, it's so cold. The snow has started falling again.'

'You'd better hurry up then hadn’t you?'

I run outside and jog past the neighbours. I go five houses past for good measure. Then, as I see no-one is watching me, I gallop back like a horse. Lindsay is dying with laughter. She's also in the doorway dry as a bone. I grab some snow off a neighbour’s window-ledge.

'Don't you fucking dare, Tyler Turner.'

Splat.

The snowball hits her firmly on the top of her head. It breaks up and runs down her face. She closes the door on me and for a minute I think she's locking me outside in the cold. Then the door opens and she reappears in her wellies.

‘Prepare to die.’

She launches a complete missile attack. I can't keep up with how quickly she makes the snowballs. I'm trying to get past her, to get back into the house, but every time I get near I'm pelted with another one. There’s no other choice but to ambush her because my balls are freezing off.

I slam into her, my weight knocking her backwards into a soft pile of snow that had drifted with the wind.

'Ooof.'

I grab a pile of snow and stuff it down the neck of her jumper.

'Stop it,' she squeals. 'Oh my God, that is so cold. Get off me.'

I have her wrists in my hands and she shakes them trying to get free. I'm positioned above her on the snow. All I need to do is roll off her and let her get up. But I can't. I'm frozen. I don't know what to do.

'Tyler. Either you need to kiss me within the next ten seconds or I'm burying you in this pile of snow. You choose.'

I choose to kiss her.

My lips meet hers. This time, I don’t back away and apologise. Instead, the kiss deepens as she opens her mouth to me and my tongue meets hers.

Then I remember I’m lying in the street in my underwear.

I break the kiss. ‘Follow me.’

We head inside, stripping off wet clothes and without words, we head up to my bedroom which finally sees some action
.
Lindsay reveals herself to be as forceful in the bedroom as she is with her arm punches and I learn a few things. I also try a couple of things I’ve seen on the internet which appear to hit the spot, so to speak.

Afterwards, she lies relaxed in my arms, but her hands reach down and fondle two of my most prized possessions.

'Well, look who finally grew a pair. I’d given up on you, you know?'

'It’s difficult being a man. We have to traverse the whole woman minefield. I was scared I might mess things up.'

'Well, thanks for the shag,' she says, making to get up. 'It was okay.'

'What?' I splutter. 'What are you talking about? Where are you going?' My face falls.

She nods towards the clock. Twelve twenty am.

'April Fool,' she giggles. I hit her with my pillow. She punches me in my arm. It fucking hurts.

I make her kiss it better. She insists she may have accidentally hurt other parts of my body. So I let her kiss them better too.

THE END

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Tim

I used to affectionately call my other half Dora the Explorer because her hand was always down my trousers fondling my meat and two veg. I might need to rethink that now. Because she's gone missing, along with a small suitcase and her money and credit cards. What do you do first when your partner is AWOL? Search for a note I guess. Oh, here we go. There's something under the duvet. I bet she's arranged a raunchy weekend away after reading that bloody book she got for Christmas.