Bentley Club Part 4

Part 4, enjoy please guys

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Misha864/1373217/ - Part 3

14:37 on the clock...Everything is almost done. Mr.Ball and his family, Mr.Otto and his family, Jeoffrey and his family are ready to set off. They had an enormous dinner in the kitchen, now they all were full and waiting for the  lorries to go and take all their packages. It usually takes an hour or so.

Everybody were having their good time, each in some room. Amanda was sitting on Molly's bed and reading her magazines which were completely out of modern. Molly was too, to tell the truth. While Amanda was ruling her apartment, Molly was drinking coffee with her Mom and Jeoffrey on the first floor. Suddenly Gonzo entered Molly's apartment.

Gonzo: Can I go in?

Amanda: Sure, make yourself comfortable.

Gonzo: I was searching for you in the whole mansion and couldn't find until they told me you were at Molly's.

Amanda: Do you need anything?

Gonzo: Hmmmm...Yes, actually. Hmmmm...May I take a seat?

Amanda: Sure, no problem, here please!

Gonzo: Thank you much!

He sat down smoothly on the bed with his one leg remaining on the floor.

Gonzo: Look! I have some special mission, so to say, from the university. The biology club asked me to write an article on the subject of eggs. Well, now I finished it, but I have it only on my draft, I am going to rewrite it in my book. So, I just want you to help a little. Wouldn't you be so kind just to dictate this text for me?

Amanda: Yeah, sure, show me where I should start from.

Gonzo: Right here...Is this okay?

Amanda: Alright! Let me make myself comfortable...

She stood up from the bed and came to the big soft armchair which was so sweet, as though it was beckoning to take a seat. Amanda lay down with Gonzo's draft in her hands and began reading.

Amanda: Eggs are a special kind of products...

Gonzo got down to writing...He was slow in his motions plus there was not a sound in the room except pen scratching the paper. The atmosphere was lulling.

Gonzo: Further, please...

Amanda: ...to which we are used so much...

Gonzo: Further.

Amanda: ...It is impossible to imagine breakfast time without it...

Gonzo: Further.

Amanda: You know everything about this world, don't you, Gonzo?

Gonzo was a little confused by the question so he began writing: "You know..." Then he suddenly stopped and looked up at Amanda. She were lying in the armchair and staring at the window with his draft on her breast.

Gonzo: Hmmm...What do you want to know?

Amanda: Why don't people love each other, Gonzo?

Gonzo: Hmmmm....

Amanda: Yesterday my Dad stopped and parked his car at the gas station you know for what reason and there was a food market near around there. As we were a bit hungry we decided to drop in and get some meal. Aren't you bored?

Gonzo: I am listening...

Amanda: So we got in. There was a great number of different food stuff, it was quite hard to choose something out of all those goods. But thats not quite a matter. Then I saw some sweet young girl going in too. I couldn't stop looking at her with my eyes full of admiration so cute thing she was. "She is probably hooking with some tall, sporty and intelligent guy" - I thought. But she appeared to be alone. After that some pretty boy got in. He was big enough and strong I could see this from his long shoulders and inflated arms. And what do you think? Those young creatures started to look at each other with such a passion in their eyes. But every time their eyes met they pretended to have been looking through the pages of some magazines. They never looked back at each other. And do you know what I thought, Gonzo?

Gonzo: What?

Amanda: I thought that people were so ashamed of love. I thought that people nowadays didn't want to show each other their real feeling, their being in love with anybody except theirselves. The same with me, Gonzo. I have never had a boyfriend in my life and I am afraid I will never get one. This world is simply not made for relationships, people want to get succeed in something. They don't care about some silly matters like love or flirt. What do you think?

Gonzo: I am surprised my "Eggs" influenced you so much that...

Amanda: Hahahha! No! Just my dreaming. I really long to hear somebody else's opinion.

Gonzo: All you need is love, I think. Don't get upset, these two young guys were just shy and it's OK. You are young, too. Don't worry, somebody will fall in love with you, be sure. And don't worry about coming up to a guy and ask him about his feelings.

Amanda: To tell the truth, sometimes, when I see a boy I feel as though I am in love with him. I feel the passion. I imagine lying with him all naked and kissing him all over. Kissing his belly and other parts. But when he occasionally looked at me I turned my head to the other direction... I am so...stupid. How can I say something to a boy if I...

Gonzo: Oh my God, Amanda...

Amanda: Hahah! I am sorry, Gonzo, did I trouble you with it?

Gonzo: Never. I am listening.

Amanda: How do you think: is there anything...I mean...unlawful or forbidden in such thoughts I described...in craving intimacy?

Gonzo: Nothing unlawful, believe me.

Amanda: Thank you so much for you listening, Gonzo. I really appreciate it. OK...Sorry about that. Let's get back to your article.

They got down to work again and were busy with it for 30 minutes. After that Gonzo left her alone at Molly's and went down upstairs. He rushed to the packages of his family, found his own and opened it nervously. He pulled some fresh blue plaid shirt and ran furiously to the restrooms. Inside, he took off the previous shirt and put on the new one. His heart was beating hard as though wished to get out of the body and the previous white-orange shirt was wet and dripping with hot sweat.