B.O breath, (scene 2)

Dean tenderly wraps an arm around Tara as if she is some sacred ornament he's too scared to break. They delicately kiss and gaze into each other's eyes like something out of a movie.

Damien might as well have tackled me to the ground. How come I got stuck with the German shepherd slobbering all down the side of my face.

'Get off me your breath stinks like an armpit. What the hell is that?'

He laughs like a deep throated moron as Dean speaks on his behalf.

'It's Brian's T-shirt. He bet Damo five bucks he couldn't fit the whole thing into his mouth.'

'Brian Smith who never washes?'

Damien holds up the five dollar note laughing like Goofy. My top lip crinkles towards my offended nose, 'you're disgusting.'

'It's not that bad, is it?' He says, trying to smell his breath in between cupped hands.

'It's worse than bad.'

Damien looks a tiny bit embarrassed and I feel a little regret, then he farts and the feeling's gone.

I think of my mum this morning in the kitchen having her usual rant, it's the end of term in eight weeks, stop wasting time, start making decisions. Mum would be proud, I was about to make my first executive adult decision about my life.

'Damien, we're done.' I walk off leaving him dumbfounded and Dean spluttering into his can of coke.

'What the...get real Reilly, is this because of my breath?' Tara races after me.

I look at her disbelieving face and roll my eyes, 'yeah mate, this is all about your B.O breath,' I shout behind me.

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