“Calvin, no, you’re not going mkay, its kinda, you have a life and I dont want to let you screw it up because its pretty nice.” I wondered how long this could keep up, I just want him to come with me. I started climbing down the frosty metal steps while talking.
“Mkay, I wont go, but I actually am so lead the way Miss Princess.” He grabbed a bag out from his room, it was already packed.
“Why do you have a backpack?”
“You are very predictable.” He winked as he started climbing down the steps with me. I walked, head strung high with my flats chugging across the road as brilliantly as ever. My hair floated through the air as I looked at the store lined fronts of Gloucester. The glass fronts had brilliant displays as the lights flickered off as the sun rose from the morning. The road was empty as were the sidewalks.
“Your a whore” I screamed as I secretly enjoyed him continuing to walk behind me. We started running to the nearest train station as he chased me like a game of tag.
I tugged the card out of my pocket as I transfered money out of the nearest ATM. I walked up and bought Calvin and I tickets. The machine quickly spit them out as I was being distracted by the cheesy 80′s music being played at seven o’clock in the morning. I grabbed them as I walked out onto the concrete platform. Calvin was standing a few meters away, texting on his blackberry. I had tried my best to look decent before I left for this trip. The check swing coat barely did the job of keeping me warm, but it looked lovely on me. I guess its the price you pay. the English weather was well, english. The hard screeches hit my ear like the noise of your alarm clock going off in the morning. It was both annoying and familiar. The trained pulled up as I mostly saw business men dressed in their usual attire walk into the cold plastic interior. He followed behind me as we picked out the seats that were the most distant from any other humans in the vicinity.
The train had started rolling forward as the train station soon was but a faint memory onto the horizon. I wouldn’t of thought I would be rather sad seeing this happen, but the feeling overcame me. The pine trees and rolling hills along with the winding cold rivers soon became all but unordinary. I looked across my seat expecting that I might be able to have a quiet conversation with Calvin to lighten the mood but he was already far into sleep. His eyes closed and his head leaning slightly to the right of the headrest. I rested my hands on my chin as I continued looking at the every chancing scenery. We passed a couple towns, all unique so to speak but to me just were the same old things. They each had typical brick roads and brownstones. I quickly fell asleep to the sweet lullaby that was the ordinary.
I was pulled back as the train jerked to a complete stop as I saw Calvin’s wide eyes staring at me.
“Are you ready to go now!” He said quite loud as to try to give me a headache. I slowly got up and pulled down my gingham yellow skirt and got my belongings. We both smiled as we collected our thoughts and both walked out the metal doors into the big city.
We were both having a little picnic in Victoria Tower Gardens. It wasn’t a ideal spot to have a picnic at but it was close to Waterloo so it wasn’t much of a walking distance. Truth be told I had only gone to London once in my lifetime, when I was around six so I do not remember much of it. The benches here were not the most comfy. The grey concrete just mirrored the grey sky. Though Calvin and I did enjoy discussing the boats that went across the river. The park wasn’t much of a park. It was more or less a large patch of green then trees by the river with benches. I guess that is enough to call a park. I wondered where my Mum could be and why she was here in such a rather gargantuan city. It said her last purchase was at a small local cafe in the Kensington Area. Which I do not completely understand, if my mother has been living in Kensington I am not sure how she could ever afford it. I kept this on my mind as Calvin and I were eating our blueberry whole grain muffins.
“Hey, wanna go on a walk.” I questioned while continuing to eat my blueberry muffin.
“Depends, where to?”
“Oh, just wait ya’know, you will find out eventually n stuff.” I replied. Was I going to tell him how far Kensington would be from here. I thought about telling him but it was not entirely worth having to here him complain about how many more kilometers we had till we were done walking.
A few thirty minutes later went by along with a few discussions about why and why not Kate Nash and Lily Allen were much of the same thing. I personally thought they were more of the same. They sounded bland and random, with the same beats and accents. He disagreed, I am not sure how that debate seemed to carry on for quite some time but it did. I could tell we were at this particular district when I started seeing the glitzy stores bedazzled in extravagance. One display had dozens of gold diamond and topaz jewelry, the display sparkled. Its black backdrop seemed to show how pure the jewelry was as it was framed by the outer layer of glass and marble slates surrounding that. It reminded me of a persons heart. I think everyone;s hearts are like this display, they are pure and simple. Though sometimes they can be taken over by dark things, maybe that is what happened to my own family before I could take a notice to it.
We walked along the golden sidewalks as all I could see are individuals dressed in high class summer dresses and pinstripe. The road was lined with Anne Fontaine, Gucci, and Graff as a poor old mini sandwiched between the yellow Porsche and the MB S-class were in the street. I could see the trees lining Hyde park on the corner of the street, the trees made a faint rustling sound. We walked up to the cafe my mum’s last purchase was at. It was called Cafe Diana, judging by the two etchings in the front window. It was a quant store. The few iron seats and tables outside were empty for the time being, as it was soon after lunch.
“Where she used to take William and Harry for breakfast once in awhile,” Calvin interrupted breaking the odd silence.
“How do you know that, thats really random,” I questioned as I stared at the dark framed wood surrounding the cafe.
“One of those documentary things I saw one day.”
“Oh” I didn’t really know what more to say. What do you say to something like that, I am not entirely sure. I looked into the ornate building when I saw that the cafe was plastered entirely full of pictures of Princess Diana. Wall to floor, each end, all framed pictures filling up each little wall.
“Come on, some coffee wouldn’t be so bad now would it, also im hella tired.” Calvin said, he was clearly excited to go into this cafe from this documentary. Maybe there were still things to learn about him. I thought I had him figured out but I guess not. All the late night saturdays we spent together watching X-factor I thought I had him down pat. His ginger headed self was so easy to predict, what had happened in the last few days.
He opened the medium oak double paned door and let me go through. We both entered in awe of the interior. The walls were all painted white, not that you could tell because of the pictures. Its chic glass lamps seemed to float down from the ceiling, the entire room had a studio feel to it. We sat on the left hand wall, most of the pictures had a background of olive green or grey hues. It gave off a collage feel as we sat in the wooden booth. I wondered how old the building was as I looked at the scratches in the seat and the aged crown molding.
“This place is borderline creepy to me.” I noted staring at all the pictures of princess Diana. Was I a bad person for saying that, I know how much of a humanitarian she was though.
“Well I think it is a nice memorial, maybe your just the freak in this situation, no wonder your mom left you.” He said as it echoed in my eardrums. I quickly looked to the corner of the table and walked up going toward the bathroom.
“Wait, I didnt mean it like that, you know that, Lexi..” I ignored his excuse. I know that he didnt mean it but that didnt mean it did not hurt. What would he know, he had never been in this situation before, how would he know how I felt.
“Its fine, I was just getting up to ask the workers if they have seen my Mum, thats all.” I quickly lied as to not start anymore drama in my life. It would be easier to pretend I was fine then go through a fight right now.
I walked up to the counter, the displays around the counter were filled with pastry’s and sweets. The employee was working on the white cash register on the opposite end of the counter, I could see he was wearing a striped maroon and white button down. The albino plates and bowls were stacked up on that wall as well on metal cupboards. The top of the cupboards had little Diana memorabilia. The black haired man turned the corner to look at me, he looked rather italian judging by his looks.
“Can I help you?” He asked me. A simple question, and I had one thousand answers for that question.
“Um, yes actually. Well, hm, it is kinda hard to, mkay, Im looking for this woman. She has medium golden brown hair, blue eyes. Sorta like me but old? Im sorry Im really not the best explainer in the world now am I.” I chuckled as I looked down onto the wood floors, rather anxious to get out of his way. I was rather shy in front of stangers, however Calvin was not.
“Do you mean your mother?” He asked as it quickly caught my attention.
“Hm, I guess ya got me, yes actually.”
“There was one woman a few nights ago that looked similar to you actually, though I do not really recall much. I see a ton of characters daily ya know. Damn job.” He replied while having a canary yellow towel in his hand wiping a glass cup. I was slightly offended that he said I looked like my mum, because that was obviously important.
“Well I overheard her on her mobile, she mentioned something about something something, but I do remember her saying something about Bristol. Hope that helps kid.” He finished.
“Thanks!” I said as I soon took off for a quick fast paced walk, grabbing my belongings quickly and going out the same door. Calvin quickly followed and ran up to me, his hair was messed up, but it looked nice.
“What was that all about!” He said in a surprised tone. Our feet made large clicks along the ground as the wind was moving faster than ever. We were almost at a jog.
“Looks like we are going to Bristol.” I replied as I took a sharp turn at the corner of the street. I could see the underground sign a few blocks away.
“What about my clothes..”
