The Character Challenge 3!
Pete Allen Challenge 3 – the relationship between the crew
So basically I had no relationship, the wife had just left what I thought was a happy ten-year marriage. Acting the flirt suddenly lost its shine for me. I would never in a million years have described journalist Westie as a friend. I spent most days dodging him and his bloody tape recorder, looking for tips or a scoop. Say one wrong word and the media could destroy your career overnight. But turns out, he’s pretty decent, behind all that dirt-digging. He was the obvious choice for help, when I needed a bit of dirt-digging done on whoever was trying to blackmail me. Scared the heck out of me, confiding in him, but, hey, he came up trumps, was there for me. A true mate, in the end. And Sophie? Jees, I never in a million years imagined I’d be in with a shot with a girl like her. I never imagined I’d ever be single again, for one thing. But Sophie just seems way beyond my league. Yet, like Westie, if you open your heart and look for help, she’ll be there for you all the way. I tried to play it cool, not press her. Being the gentleman bloody hurts, though; watching her from afar in that cold distant land of Best Friend. Sometimes I just wanted to tell her. In the end, when I did, guess what? She’d been suffering the same! Bloody idiots, the pair of us! Let that be a lesson to you – just come out and say what’s on your mind and to hell with the risks. Unless Westie’s around with that bloody tape recorder, of course!
Gala Day
So basically I had no relationship, the wife had just left what I thought was a happy ten-year marriage. Acting the flirt suddenly lost its shine for me. I would never in a million years have described journalist Westie as a friend. I spent most days dodging him and his bloody tape recorder, looking for tips or a scoop. Say one wrong word and the media could destroy your career overnight. But turns out, he’s pretty decent, behind all that dirt-digging. He was the obvious choice for help, when I needed a bit of dirt-digging done on whoever was trying to blackmail me. Scared the heck out of me, confiding in him, but, hey, he came up trumps, was there for me. A true mate, in the end. And Sophie? Jees, I never in a million years imagined I’d be in with a shot with a girl like her. I never imagined I’d ever be single again, for one thing. But Sophie just seems way beyond my league. Yet, like Westie, if you open your heart and look for help, she’ll be there for you all the way. I tried to play it cool, not press her. Being the gentleman bloody hurts, though; watching her from afar in that cold distant land of Best Friend. Sometimes I just wanted to tell her. In the end, when I did, guess what? She’d been suffering the same! Bloody idiots, the pair of us! Let that be a lesson to you – just come out and say what’s on your mind and to hell with the risks. Unless Westie’s around with that bloody tape recorder, of course!
Gala Day
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