If anyone could do a wequest for me??? I was wannin a stimboard with honey buh no honeycomb eating pwease??? If anybody knows anybody or themself can you pwease help me? Dat would be nice! Honey is a comfort ting! >_<

Call It True - Chapter 5

Here you all go! I am sorry, this is a bit shorter than normal, I've just done a poor job of splitting it all up. Chapter 6 will be longer, and things will actually happen, I promise! Anyway, enjoy this short baby chapter full of nothing much until I can get Chapter 6 up!

Also, apparently we’ve done away with the read-more cuts? Great...great idea...yeaaah.

Again, thanks to @faithperry46 for being a fantastic beta!

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Claire slumped in her chair, holding her chin in her hand as Harry slammed the toy cannon down on his high chair. It was a brilliant idea, Claire though glumly, to give children weapons at the dinner table. She’d already been pinged twice by the small foam ball that shot out of one end. Thankfully, it had rolled off the table, lost to the sea of chairs and tables around them, after the second shot bounced off Claire’s forehead. Harry had screamed briefly, before deciding that it was even more fun to make an entire restaurant wince as they watched him slam the cannon down, complete with sound effects bursting from his mouth: “Bang! Boom!” “Claire, do try to enjoy yourself!” Lesley begged, patting Claire’s hand from across the table as they watched a grown man in a pirate costume dance around, complete with a fake peg leg. At the behest of Lesley, Claire had ventured out of her flat after a day spent in bed, wallowing, attempting to ring Jamie with no luck. She ignored Lesley’s calls for as long as possible, until Harry popped up on Facetime, begging ‘Auntie Cwaire’ to come with them to eat. 

Now, Claire sat in front of a mountain of shellfish she was expected to consume, yet she wasn’t hungry at all. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just...I’m just not feeling all that well.” She hadn’t told Lesley about Jamie. She found that she was a bit embarrassed by it all, like she’d done something wrong. Yet, she also didn’t want Lelsey to say anything negative about Jamie. Not yet, anyway. Claire wasn’t yet angry enough to want to badmouth him to anyone. So, she kept quiet while nibbling on something from her plate. “Harry, do you want Auntie Claire to take you to the playground?” “Yes!” the little boy exclaimed. He’d been eyeing the restaurant’s play area since they’d arrived, though Claire had not been prepared to be offered up as a sacrificial lamb. “I’d...really rather not, Lesley. Look at it, it’s a madhouse! Kids all over the place…” Claire groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh, come on. Up you get. It would make him so happy!” “He’d be a great deal happier if it was his own mother over there with him,” Claire snapped, irritated by Lesley’s insistence. Lesley’s eyes flew wide, her brow down in confusion. “What’s gotten into you?” “I don’t want to talk about it,” Claire responded, choosing to avoid Lesley’s eyes by peeking at her phone. She wasn’t expecting anything, and she wasn’t wrong. Her phone’s clock told her it was getting close to Harry’s bedtime, and she hoped this dinner would end soon. “Oh! How did your date with your Jamie fella go last night? Can’t believe I forgot to ask!” Claire rubbed her face with one hand, steeling herself for a conversation she wasn’t ready to have. “It was...okay. We went to the park, had a few drinks over dinner.” Claire shrugged, unwilling to go any further with the details. “Did he kiss ya?” “Oh please stop.” “Why? What in the world happened? You’ve been acting strange all night. Did you not enjoy yourself, then?” “I did,” Claire said slowly, “but, from what I understand, he didn’t.” “What makes you say that?” Lesley asked, shocked at Claire’s attitude. “You’re a fun girl, I’m sure that wasn’t what happened.” “Well….he left abruptly, leaving a small note, and I haven’t heard from him all day, so…” “Didn’t even say goodbye?” “I was...asleep.” Claire bit her tongue, careful of what she divulged with Harry sitting right there. “Ooooh, I see.” Lesley nodded with understanding, glancing at Harry who was still staring at the ball pit and slide. Claire watched as Lesley’s mind searched for something to say in response. She only came up with, “Would you like some ice cream?” 

Claire laughed in spite of herself, covering her mouth as unexpected tears filled her eyes. “Well, as long as it’ll get me out of...that.” She pointed at the play area. 

“Come on, Harry, up for an ice cream?”  Lesley pulled Harry out of his chair, and thankfully, they all exited the restaurant, Claire sighing with relief. 

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Next day, Claire hoped to wake to a missed call, or message from Jamie, but her phone was again silent. She decided to devote her day to chores around her flat, finally cleaning up the drink glasses the two of them had left two nights previous. 

She washed her bedsheets, mopped the kitchen floor, and vacuumed the carpets twice over. She threw out the rest of the whisky, pouring it down the drain with a satisfying gurgle. Throwing the glass bottle in the recycling bin, she spotted Jamie note on the counter, right where she’d dropped it.  Staring at it for a minute, she resolved to get rid of that, too. Erasing that night completely seemed like a good idea. Tearing it up into little pieces, she threw it in the rubbish bin, watching it stick to the plastic liner. She felt some relief, but knew Jamie would never leave her mind, no matter what physical actions she took. 

She’d found his white undershirt earlier, shoved underneath her duvet as she’d made her bed. She’d taken it out and tossed it across a chair in her bedroom, and she knew she couldn’t destroy that.  She pondered putting it in her closet, but couldn’t bring herself to hide it out of sight. If she hid it, she reasoned, she’d forget to return it when she saw him again. 

If. If she saw him. 

Now, she was sitting in a spotless flat, with nothing else to do but kill time until bed. She flipped channels on the television, unable to find anything that held her interest longer than five minutes. She flipped through a few magazines, landing on that room painting article Jamie had commented on days before. She smiled, wondering what color he’d choose to paint his flat if he could. 

Green, she decided - he looked like a forest green type of person - bring the outside in. She wouldn’t mind that, herself, she thought. Glancing around, her eyes drifted to the ceiling, where she’d usually hear Jamie’s footfalls. It had been silent though, since that night, when they’d both heard his nephew scurrying around doing whatever. 

Her eyes fell back to the rug, and she slumped over, arms on her knees as she thought. “I just want to know what I did,” she said to herself. She had run the night over in her head a million times, unable to come up with anything. She’d been herself, and if Jamie had a problem with that, then, well - good riddance? She wondered briefly if perhaps it wasn’t her that made him leave. She’d apparently slept so hard, maybe he’d gotten a phone call, perhaps his nephew had called him back to his own flat for whatever reason. Had his sister called him to the family farm? She threw her hands up in defeat, unable to come to an answer that was satisfactory. 

Picking up her mobile, she ordered food in and laid on the couch, determined not to think about Jamie for the rest of the night. She’d be at work tomorrow, and her mind would be occupied with all kinds of things. The idea of it soothed her, and she suddenly could wait to be back at the hospital. 

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