"I loved you, eve Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
The story is about the development of relations between the world-famous drummer Roger Taylor and the girl Eva.
Chapter 1.
I stared out the window as I frantically wound the ribbon around the bouquets. The weather was miserable: it had been raining for days, although the forecasters had promised that by the end of that week it would be over and we would enjoy the warm summer weather again. I wanted to finish my work and go home earlier than usual, for who would go for a bouquet of flowers in bad weather?
In principle, I loved my job, I really liked to take care of flowers as a child, so when it came to opening your own business, then, without hesitation, chose a flower shop. However, the location was deplorable-the outskirts of the city. I understood that there would be no big income, but the rent in the center is very big.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bell hanging over the front door. This meant that after all, someone dared to go out in the rain in order to buy a bouquet for mom, wife, daughter or mistress. I sighed and forced a smile. But luckily it wasn't a customer, it was my friend Emma.
"The weather sucks!" I still went to you, you're soaked! You couldn't do what a normal place to choose for your flower shop?! Emma muttered, closing her umbrella.
My friend is twenty-two years old. She is now graduating from University with a degree in Law. I often envied her, because I really wanted to go to law school, then to go to work in the police, but, alas, not gaining the required number of points for admission, applied to another school.
Emma has a bad character, so boys avoid her. But there are qualities that I really like: determination, perseverance and a sense of humor.
—Calm down, and without your lectures the mood is lousy... there is no Revenue that day, I have nothing to pay with suppliers, and even more so, soon have to pay for the rent, - I answered sullenly.
- Well, this claims to heavenly office. Although before the bad weather you got there there was almost nobody, friend diligently continued to depress me.
"Why did you come?" I decided to ask, to change the subject.
Emma took off her wet outer clothing and hung it over the back of a chair to dry. After that, the girl untangled the soaked blue-black hair and, having got a comb from a backpack, began to comb them.
—In General, I learned from a friend that today in one of the clubs is it's a crazy party and therefore decided that you should be sure to attend.
Emma rummaged in her backpack and, after a brief search, pulled out two invitations.
I looked out the window again:
"Emma, do you really think today is the day to go to parties?" I'm not gonna be sick for a year because of you.
"Oh, you always are! CONSTANTLY something is not satisfied! We'll take a taxi, you won't get wet anywhere, " she said, smiling.
I sat down and put the tape away. Was Emma right? For a long time now, I've been busy with nothing but routine. It would be nice to unwind and distract from the problems with the business.
"What party?" I asked.
- I knew you'd say Yes! Let's go home and I'll tell you all about it, " Emma laughed, grabbing her wet jacket from the chair.
—But…
"No Buts! "you Don't have to refer to your schedule. No one's coming anyway. Come on, don't sit here in silence!
It was useless to argue with her. In this situation, the only way out is to do as Emma says.
"Okay, but don't forget to call a cab, I don't want to wait for public transport," I said, taking off my apron.
Emma nodded and began hailing a taxi.
Surprisingly, the car arrived quickly, the wheel was an elderly man who decided to start a conversation with a friend. Me same was not until conversations-mood left much to be desired.
I stared out the window as we drove home. People almost was not, but there were brave souls who ran under an umbrella to the shops or home from work. A chill ran down my spine — I didn't want to be outside right now.
I decided to call my sister to pass the time. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed a familiar number.
Hi, Eva! my sister answered almost immediately.
- Hello, how are you? Are you sick?
"I'm fine, I'm not sick." My mother makes me drink some drugs to boost my immune system, but they're all bitter.
I laughed. My sister was small, only eleven years old, but smart enough for her age.
- Martha, all drugs are bitter, remember.
Emma turned and whispered for me to say Hello to Martha.
"Emma says Hello to you," I said at once.
"Yeah, her, too," her sister said cheerfully.
We were almost home, so I quickly asked about Martha's progress at school, and then ended the conversation.
"Jesus, home at last!" I said as soon as I stepped inside.
Plopping down on the couch, she immediately turned to her phone for the latest news.
Emma and I rented an apartment in SOHO, the busiest part of London. The constant noise in the street does not interfere, because during the period of time that we live here, everything has become a habit. The spacious apartment on the first floor was almost all filled with potted flowers, which I dragged from the store. Emma cursed at first, but then she got used to the fact that we lived almost in a greenhouse. Simple repairs and out-of-fashion furniture, perfectly in harmony with each other.
"Eve, have you decided what you're going to wear to the party?" Emma called to me from behind the screen.
I rolled my eyes and tossed the phone aside.
—I think I know what you're going to ask next, " I said, stepping into my room.
- Can I borrow your dress? The dark blue? I like it too much.
"All right," I said, " just leave me alone for a few minutes to get cleaned up."
I closed the door and sat down in front of the mirror. To be honest, I didn't like my appearance. At school I was often teased by boys for having slightly different eye color. One was blue and the other was blue. So now I'm carrying lenses, to color my eye was measured, namely-blue. Because of the constant bullying in school has become closed, and when he turned fifteen years old, began to insult in response to their abusers and even to dismiss his hands. My character has completely changed — from a closed, downtrodden girl, over which all bullied, I turned into a confident, ready to stand up for himself a girl.
My mom used to teach me to smile at my reflection. Now I did the same. With a sigh, I decided to start packing for what Emma called a" kick-ass party."
The story continues...