Another World. A love story. 5.

Monique’s P.O.V

I sat there in my bedroom, I waiting for something to happen, waiting for that life changing moment to suddenly creep up behind me and show me its face. Life is full of uncertainty, which I hate. Why can’t things ever go to plan? This has nothing to do with my job interview today, no nothing at all. That stupid phone wouldn’t ring; I knew it wouldn’t so why’d I keep staring at it?

I didn’t want to be a stupid sales assistant anyway, that was Dad’s idea. Just because he thinks I am wasting my time hoping to somehow be discovered. “You have talent, we all know that Monique but sometimes that’s not enough baby-girl, it’s about who you know, not what you know these days.” He’s always telling me. It’s not my fault he moved me across the world, not my fault I had to start fresh here where I don’t know anybody let alone those who can kick start my music career. I hate England.

Sure I looked pathetic sitting there in my black jeans, and my scarlet hoodie, moping like a child who’s banned from television. Who cares really, no one was there to see me. Dad was out on a date, he’s already replacing my Mother, and she’s only been dead for two years!

I switched on the television, because I needed something to do, not because I wanted to watch stupid British television. But to my surprise Neighbours was on. I used to watch that back home in New Zealand. Finally something to look forward to over here I had thought to myself as I watched the faces of a familiar cast, it brought me strange comfort.

During the ad break, I ran to the kitchen to find a snack to eat, I was positively starving, hadn’t eaten all day. Of course there wasn’t anything near appetizing, dad had forgotten to do the shopping again. So I settled on an apple i found in the fridge. I hate apples.

Just as I sat down to watch my program, the phone rang. I almost didn’t want to answer it, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I probably should. What if it was Dad? Or that woman from the job interview. Regrettably I chose to answer the call.

“Hello” I spoke into the receiver.

“Hi, do you by any chance know where Michael is?” the voice on the other end asks.

“Um no, this is Monique. There’s no Michael here.” I said confused, my dad’s name is Sean not Michael.

“Must of Dialled the wrong number then, sorry for troubling you, Monique I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.” He said sweetly before hanging up.

For a random voice, he surely sounded hot.

I for one had never found British accents a turn on, but this one was different he sounded absolutely sexy. Too bad I will never find out what he looks like, that’s just my stinking luck.

Come on Monique, forget that stupid phone call. I kept telling myself, although it’s never going to work. My mystery caller will be on my mind for days.