5. Paranoid.

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I hear giggles and my eyes snap open from the vision of Lia and Michael kissing. I put the journal back in its place and hurry walking over to the front door to open it.

I'm meeted with a drunk Lia and a drunk Michael, they are both trying to climb the stairs and laughing at nothing.

"Lia, where have you been?" I say looking at my drunk girlfriend concerned.

"Who are?" She frowns. "And what are you doing in my house." She slurs.

"Lia, get inside before you wake the neighbours." Michael laughs pushing Lia up the stairs ignore her questions.

"She is drunker than the other night." I sigh. "How did she get home?" I ask the drunk Michael in front of me.

"Pigeons always know their way home." He shrugs stumbling in past me.

I mentally face palm myself and close the door behind. I walk into the living to only find Lia fast asleep on the sofa. I put my hand under her legs and behind her back and lift her walking up stairs.

I place her on the bed and take off her converses and place them on the floor. Pulling off her jacket while she sits up half asleep.

I go to take her jumper off over her head but she stops.

"No." She mumbles frowning with eyes closed. "I have a boyfriend." She says laying back.

I sigh pulling the covers over her and walk out of her room and back to the living room.

"I can drive you.." I see Michael fast asleep on the couch. I sigh looking around.

I dont want to leave because even though they're best friends, I dont trust Michael enough to leave him here.

I walk up stairs back into Lia's room and sigh taking off my shoes and pulling my shirt over my head and sliding down skinny black ripped jeans. I lay next to Lia and pull the covers over me. Instantly I feel the heat that is coming from Lia making me snuggle up next to her.

...

Amelia

I awaken by soft snores but with one hell of a headache, I panic looking to see if its Michael and sigh in relief when I see Ashton.

Wait. What is Ashton doing here? It was only two days ago he wasn't ready to stay here. How the hell did I get home and wheres Michael. All I remember was having a drink that obviously turned into one too many.

I kiss Ashton's cheek and slid out of bed looking at my clothes from yesterday. I walk to the bathroom and switch on the radio and then the shower, I undress and hum to the song on the radio.

Feelings the hot water hit my skin relaxes me instantly.

After showering I wrap a towel around my body and one in my hair. Walking back to the room, I notice Ashton is still sleeping so I quietly go down stairs into the kitchen to make some coffee.

Grabbing the mug full of black coffee, I go to the living and jump slightly spilling my coffee a little as I see Michaels body on the sofa.

I sigh sitting down on the arm chair and grab my journal.

~21st March~

I woke up this morning, with a headache but I could hear soft snores. And I was with Michael last night so I panicked but when I removed the covers from the snoring boy, it was Ashton.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw the half naked Ashton. I thought to myself is this actually happening?

I'm not actually sure what the hell happened last night, but Ashton in my bed and Michael on sofa seems to say that it went pretty well.

Amelia.

Closing my journal and looking at my half empty cup of coffee, I sigh looking over at Michael who is already awake and staring.

"Good morning." I say looking at him.

"Hi." He smiles. "Have any painkillers?" He rubs his head.

"Yeah, in the kitchen." I smile getting up. "I'll get you some." I walk off to the kitchen looking for some, grabbing a glass and a mug, I poor some cold water and wait for the kettle to boil for Michaels tea.

I sigh waiting and start picking my nails. I feel some hands trail up my thighs and under my towel. I feel butterflies as the hands trails over my thighs and feeling Ashton's lips on my neck sends a shiver down my spine.

"Ashton, his in the other room." I move slightly.

"Ashton?" Michael says and I back away.

"Oh my gosh." I cover my mouth with my hand. "Michael what the hell?" I almost yell.

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