Until We Meet Again

13.

As my alarm rings, I can't help but think monday mornings are literally the losers of the week.

I've said this before a hundred times, but I fucking hate Mondays.

I'm pretty sure every other day of the week makes fun of Mondays because they're so annoying. They probably—

What am I even talking about?

My brain is tired, I've had trouble sleeping ever since I went at Nick's on Saturday night.

We spoke for the entirety of the night, laying down on the grass until eight in the morning, watching the stars and telling each other whatever happened while the other was gone.

We had so much to catch up on, it felt like getting to know a whole other person.

New friends, new names, new cities, new likings, new dog, new goals.

The last time we spoke, his only goal was to become a professional rugby player. Now, he's going to be a coach at Truham.

Time flies, and our life paths are sometimes unbelievable.

Nick talked about a lot of things, his golden retriever personality taking over my shy and reserved one. I don't mind it, I listened to him closely.

He told me about his experience with university, and inevitably, his numerous experiences with girls.

When I say numerous, I mean two.

Unlike me, he experienced and had an active life.

That's when he mentions Charlotte.

That girl he met a year after we broke up.

It felt weird hearing that Nick had a girlfriend, that he ditched because she was too weird, because I tend to forget he likes both genders.

He's bisexual, and just because he was in a three year relationship with me doesn't mean he can't date girls.

I never ever thought about it while he was with me, because I thought we'd end up together, but sometimes life has other plans for us.

We're the living example of that.

Nick tells me how the rest of university went, he mentions the one night stand he's had with a guy from the football team, tells me Sarah always asked him for news even though she knew me and her son didn't speak any more.

"That way she'd know if we ever spoke again." he'd said with a chuckle, and it brought me back a few years prior.

Nick hasn't really changed. He's the one I fell in love when I was fourteen.

It feels nice to be in his presence again.

But now, we're monday morning, and I have to get to work before Anna Marie fires me.

She would never, but I'd rather tell myself she would or else I'd never move from my bed.

I stretch, and a hand ends up on my stomach, accompanied by some mumbling.

"What time is it?" the strawberry blonde laying completely naked in my bed mumbles, his eyes barely opening.

I like summer because it makes Nick's freckles come out, he looks absolutely mesmerising right now.

His broad body is lying flat against my mattress, his muscled back the only thing I can see. The only thing I cannot tear my eyes away from.

"Eight." I whisper as he tries to pull me closer to him.

I know what he's doing, and I'm not so sure Anna Marie would enjoy his plan. He wants me to stay and spend the day with him.

"Nick, I've got to go." I say, letting out a fake whine.