Peter arrived at the Weatherfield police station. I’m here to pi- he was stopped by a loud shouting. Carla, he mumbled. Touch me and I will sew you for everything you have! Carla said as she stormed out a cell. Carla what’s going on? Drink driving?! She snatched the forms from the coppers hands, you will be hearing from my solicitor! She shouted, Come on Peter!
Peter tried to communicate with her but she kept interrupting. Carla! Peter finally shouted! What happened? Huh.. Oh I’ll tell you at the flat! She stumbled over a rock. Peter just sighed in disappointment. When they arrived back at the flat Carla didn’t talk much. So what happened? Peter kept repeating over and over. I had one glass Peter! One flammin glass! Carla.. it doesn’t matter how much you had, you drank and drove. Well if they hadn’t of done that stupid breathalyser, I would be fine! Peter starred at her, hmm yer. Carla fell back onto the couch and sighed.
Have you seen Peter Kieran? Leanne insisted, No I haven’t seen him for a while if I’m honest Leanne. I hope he’s not drinking again Leanne worried. No! Peter Barlow is a man, a stubborn, strong man, he wouldn’t ruin your night, he’s probably popped out for a fag. Yer Leanne said nervously. Leanne looked over at Nick who looked like he was chatting up the photographer Melisa, Leanne frowned, and starred for a while. Nick turned around and realised Leanne was looking at him. He left Melisa and walked over to Leanne. She turned around quickly and pretended to pour a drink. What’s up Leanne? Nothing! Leanne said quickly, nothing. Nick walked away. Leanne paused again, and continued to work.
Oh don’t try and sober me up! Carla said. Peter places the cup of tea on the coffee table in front of her. As if I don’t have enough on my mind! She mumbled. Why? What else if going on? Peter said with concern in his voice. Carla froze. Oh nothing, she fiddled with her hair. No tell me Carla I’m here to help you! I don’t come round here every day just to chat! Peter insisted. Nothing peter trust me, you wouldn’t care. Try me, Peter said cleverly. Carla lifted her head. It- I- Oh it’s you, you pillok! You! Peters smile fell, his face stiffened and he just stared in disbelief.
Bye! See you later! Leanne waved and thanked everyone. Come on you boring people! Michelle nudged Leanne hard. Come into town!, Michelle, if I drink one more glass you will have to scrape me of the floor! Fine be a party pooper, were going to that “hip” new club in town! Kieran said rather proudly. Michelle turned around and raised her brow. I’d rather not, need to clean up here, but get us a disco ball for the bar, Leanne laughed. Dont tempt him! Michelle smiled. They went out the door and Kieran sent the “ok” sign to Leanne. Well we did it Leanne cooed. Never been so happy to see so much mess. Nick cracked open a bottle of champagne. To Leanne, Nick cheered. Leanne smiled and took a sip of her celebratory drink.
Look Carla I can’t say I’m not flattered, but, You love Leanne Carla interrupted. She sat down next to him. Why do I fall for the wrong men, she hung down her head. Look Carla, your gorgeous, off the scale gorgeous, but Leanne’s my girl. Yer, Yer, I’ve heard it all before, she cried. There is no reason why I wouldn’t be with you, but I love Lea, Peter whispered in her ear. Carla looked at him, he looked at her. Carla leaned in. Peter leaned in. They shared a kiss no longer than 3 seconds. I’m sorry I brought that on, Peter leaned back again. Carla wiped her forehead, just go Peter she said quietly, No Carla, I came here to help you I’m not going to bail on you now. Carla smiled, then sighed deeply. I’m your friend Carla, I don’t want to lose our friendship. Whoa! Don’t worry about that! Carla laughed.
You marvellous, Nick pleaded. Stop it, Leanne said smiling. You know, I’d never throw you away again Nick’s eye’s filled with tears. If I could take that stupid 19 year old I was 12 years ago, I’d slap him over his stupid little fa- Leanne kissed him, she couldn’t resist. Nick looked surprised and as they shared a long kiss, Leanne felt a wave of relief over her head.
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