My desperate endeavor to find my whoever

3) She's my lobster

Alex

"Baby I'm going inside." yawned Lisa, stretching as she stood up.

"No, just wait another few minutes. I promise." I begged, grabbing her hand. "Lisa please, you'll love it."

"I'm tired," she whined.

She didn't look interested at all; her eyelids had almost completely fallen over her eyes like she was about to fall asleep. I couldn't be bothered arguing with her again, so I just sighed. "Just go..." I murmured.

I let go of her hand and she ducked inside the window without another word. I don't know what's wrong with Lisa; she's been acting like such a bitch ever since I told her about the Spring tour. I've tried talking to her about it, but she just squeals like a petulant child and storms off to her parents' place every time. It's almost as if she doesn't give a damn about me anymore.

"Don't think like that," I told myself. "She'll get over it. She always does."

I hope she gets over it. Last time Lisa was like this, we split up and I didn't want that to happen again. I love Lisa; she's my lobster, to quote Friends. Although, there is a part of me that misses my best friend from childhood. It's been that long since I last thought about her properly I actually can't remember her name anymore, but her face I can never forget. She was so perfect with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and her slightly tanned complexion even though she was British. It was Emily, wasn't it? Or Ella? It began with an E, I remember that much. But recently I've been thinking about her quite a bit, specifically the nights we'd stay at each other's houses and stay up all night just staring out at the stars. It was bliss, and doing this now felt like a way of connecting with her. I wish I had the chance to actually go to Essex whenever we went back to the UK to see if I could find her again, not just see family, but we're so busy that I never get the time. It sucks really; she was my best friend and we haven't spoken in almost 20 years. Well, she was more than my best friend. She was everything to me. I'll never forget the day I told her we were leaving; she was so disappointed, and that was the last time we spoke.

"Alex?" a voice from inside the house shouted. "Alex where are you?"

"Out here, Ri," I shouted.

Rian doesn't live with us anymore, but he still comes back every once in a while - partly because he misses living here, and also because he worries. He always worries about one thing and one thing only: me. I had a bad anxiety attack a couple of nights before he left, and he very nearly didn't go because of me. He soon appeared at my side, his teeth literally sparkling in the dark as he smiled at me - I'm sure he whitens them in secret.

"Well Lisa seems happy tonight," he said sarcastically. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," I said simply. "She's just...since we got back together she's been acting really weird."

"Nothing new there then..." he muttered; I let it slide. "Anyway, I just stopped by to say hi before I leave for the airport."

"Are we that bad?" I smirked.

"Shut up." he chuckled, shoulder barging me gently. "You okay?"

I whipped my head round to look at Rian, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"Oh come on, Alex." he tutted. "How long did I live here? You only come out here when you miss two people: Tom or her."

I felt a shiver run down my spine when he mentioned Tom; it always hurt to mention him casually in conversation, let alone have a full-on discussion about him, but to mention her in the same breath made my heart sink even more. I let out a low sigh.