Tommy met her at one of those terrible general goods stores when he was nineteen. He only ran in to get out of the rain for a minute, and pick up a new ledger for the office. Just one of those mundane little tasks that fills up all the free time in your life.
So he stood there, staring at twenty different permutations of size, colour, and price, crippled with indecision. She worked there, eighteen years old, black ponytail, big hoop earrings. She picked one for him, ran it through, and gave him her number. And that made Tommy's day.
Turkish scoffed, back at the lot, when Tommy showed up dripping wet and carrying a brand new notebook that was now more or less ruined by the rain. "Must be stupider 'en you are," he muttered, but Tommy didn't really hear him.
The girl, eighteen years old, black ponytail, big hoop earrings, met him for coffee and they ended up seeing some band at some club somewhere. Tommy wandered back to the lot, to the caravan where Turkish let him sleep since he started working for him half a year ago, and fell asleep with a big stupid smile on his face.
A week later, and not a whole lot had happened except a film and a few more coffees, and Tommy made the mistake of calling her his girlfriend.
"Girlfriend?" Turkish sounded bemused, standing at the edge of the ring, where Tommy held the bag for John the Gun, his entire body shuddering with the reverbs and struggling to keep upright. "Since when?"
"Since... well Jennie hasn't said it or anything. But that's the way it's going."
"Have you ever even been on a proper date? Do people your age even have girlfriends anymore?"
Tommy scowled. "Oh shut up Turkish. Why are you being such a tit about this?" He wasn't paying enough attention then and he ended up sprawled on the ground, John muttering a quiet 'sorry, mate'.
"Fine," Turkish grumbled. "Don't listen to me. What would I possible know?"
That night Tommy and Jennie, eighteen years old, black ponytail, big hoop earrings, went to see another band she was supposed to know someone from and spent a long time talking in a kebab shop somewhere. And then he tried to kiss her.
"Agh," she said eloquently, pushing him away. He looked at her. She looked back at him nervously. And then they talked some more, but it wasn't as much fun.
"I'm really sorry you got the wrong idea," was the gist of what she said. "But I like just hanging out with you. We can still be friends."
Tommy didn't really know how to keep friends, though. He only really had one, and even that was only recently.
He went home, bravely, and found Turkish still up, playing cards outside the caravan with Charlie and John the Gun. "How was your date?" Turkish asked, spitefully. Tommy looked at him, eyes wide and dark. Then he looked away, shrugged, and disappeared into the caravan.
Turkish sighed, and picked up a few unopened cans of lager from under his seat. He followed Tommy into the caravan, and they talked.