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Luv u 4eva

Anthony J. Langford

    Mark is tall, dark and handsome and only months away from leaving his teens behind forever. Sophie is small, stunning and blonde and much sought after, yet despite her poise and cultivated constitution, is still only fifteen (and two thirds).
    There was no hiding their coming together. Instant communication shared the moment of their first kiss (from multiple angles) thanks to flashing phones illuminating the dark corner at the party. She’d been dead sober. He, not so much. He didn’t learn of her actual age until several days later, after she had tracked him down. All she’d had to go on that first night was his name. It took some initiative. And cunning. When Sophie wanted something, she got it. And if she couldn’t, she’d find someone to make it happen.
    She may have been young yet it was a fact that came too late for Mark. He was in, he was smitten and he was obsessed. She looked eighteen at least and was undoubtedly smarter than he and most of his mates. Make that all of them.
    ‘I’ll love you forever,’ he said often.
    ‘I love you too baby,’ she would reply though somehow knew that it wouldn’t last. She had her entire life ahead of her. She would marry someone more sophisticated, someone with more prospects of prosperity than an apprentice mechanic. For now, that bad boy had a car, was heaps of fun and sexier than a slicked up soapie star. Even sexier!
    They’d done their best to keep it from her parents by limiting certain connections such as Facebook (but not Instagram) and texting rather than wall posts and late night phone calls.
    A few weeks back, in the privacy of his car at a McDonald’s car park, things had become so intense that had it been winter, they could have drawn pictographs on the windows.
    ‘I can’t. I can’t,’ he said, referring to the age difference.
    ‘I’m not talking about doing it,’ she said, ‘but I want to have some fun with you okay?’
    ‘I’m actually being serious. I could go to jail. Besides, I respect you too much.’
    She slapped the seat, ‘Oh my God!’ Her friends were expecting a story of passion.
    He slipped away from her, attempting to regain his breath. It wasn’t easy. ‘We’ll have plenty of time in the future for fun sweetie. I want to do the right thing. Your parents will find out eventually and I don’t want them to hate me. I’m gunna be a part of your family you know.’
    ‘I won’t tell. I promise.’
    ‘I know babe. Maybe not you. Someone else.’
    ‘What are you saying? That I’m going to tell everyone?’
    ‘No babe. I just mean... trust me. This is the best way. I really want to! But I gotta do the right thing, you know?’
    She whined to her friends, especially Taylyn who was the only one of her group to have actually done it. She also had the hots for her boyfriend’s mate, Joseph. So when the opportunity arose for the four of them to get together on a Friday night (both girls said they were staying at the other’s place) they went for it.
    Mark’s car is black with really shiny hubcaps. She doesn’t know the make or cares. It’s loud and fast and everyone looks at them when they drive past. They cruise the Inner Western streets. Occasionally they yell out at people. They laugh. The music is loud. The car is fast. The lights are bright and colorful. It’s a great time to be young isn’t it? All four share their experiences with their network via their phones, including Mark. What’s the point of being cool if you can’t make your friends jealous? Lol!
    They hit the drive through bottle shop. The girls buy cruisers. Well, Mark is compelled to buy them but it’s obvious they’re not for him. Joseph buys a cheap six pack of beer. ‘I’m gunna need all six bro.’
    Mark says, ‘Don’t worry mate. None for me. Don’t wanna lose my license.’
    ‘Ah you can have one bro.’
    He turns to Sophie. ‘Nah. Gotta do the right thing by my girl.’ He runs his hand through her blonde locks. Her eyes shimmer back at him. He’s got it good. If only she wasn’t so young.
    With an hour Taylyn and Joseph are getting it on in the back. Sophie keeps looking back at them. She’d take a photo of the action is she wasn’t so annoyed. Or jealous. Or something. Sophie is supposed to be the leader of their group at school, yet Taylyn is going to be the one with the story. Mark hasn’t lifted a finger! She stares at him with accusatory eyes.
    ‘What’s up babe?’
    She shakes her head and looks out at the cars they pass. She opts to flick through her Newsfeed.
    Mark doesn’t understand her change in mood. What’s wrong with girls? So confusing. He can’t talk to Joseph, who had his hands full, so he opts to text his other mate and see if someone can work out her problem.
    Thirteen seconds later his car drifts into the next lane, clipping the back of a Ute, which spins to the left. It happens so quickly no one can do a thing but be spectators in their own horror scene. Mark ploughs into the Ute. The cars are briefly entwined in a plot-less ballet until Mark’s car swipes the gutter, sending them up into the air and smashing into an iron fence that surrounds a car dealership. The crushed metal drops to the pavement, passenger side down.
    The Ute is hit by one other car and remarkably, others manage to brake in time. Debris decorates the road like toddler’s art.
    Somehow, no one is killed, other than blonde Sophie, still clutching her phone, whose section of the vehicle received the most intense force of the impact.
    The couple in back will eventually recover, though will never be the same, yet it’s Mark who is most injury free, left only with the memory of his true love and decades to ponder the true meaning of ‘doing the right thing.’



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