The Grass Is Always Greener

Chapter 10- 'Just Friends'

Amys Point Of View

I dialled the once familiar number, and waited for him to pick up. It rang three times, four.. And then he picked up.

"Amy! Ive been waiting for you to call! How are you?" The voice yelled through the phone Over-enthusiastically. As usual.

"Hi. Im fine." I replied back quietly. Keeping my voice down as i looked at the sleeping figure in my bed.

"Good! Im so glad!" He replied. "Why havent you got in touch sooner?"l

"I don't know.." I replied, looking at the figure as they stirred in their sleep, turning over to reveal a mass of black hair peeking out from the covers, "I've just been busy."

"...too busy for me?" He asked. His voice strained.

"No. Of course not" i sighed. He was always like this.. One minute sickly sweet, the next clingy, obnoxious and jealous.

"Good. So we're still meeting up on Saturday?"

"Tom. You realise we broke up yes?"

"Yeah. So. It doesn't mean we cant just be friends."

"Uhuh.. And remember what happened last time when we tried to be 'just friends' and got left alone together? Hmm?"

"Oh Amy don't be so worried! It was just a one off. Please?"

"Well... I suppose i could try it.. One last chance ok?"

"Great, see you Saturday. Love you!" He yelled Down the phone, hanging up before i got the chance to reply.

Love you.

So much for 'Just Friends'

Gillian's Point of View

"Gillian... We need to talk" Alex's voice said softly as he pulled the car up outside my flat, cutting off the engine and turning to face me.

"Ok...Whats up?" I asked.

He ran his hand through his long brown hair, still slightly pink at the ends.

"Theres... No easy way to say this."

Oh god. This can't be good. This is never good. Ive had a few conversations that started like that and they never ended well.

"I'm moving... To Baltimore."

Dans Point of View

I glared at the ceiling trying to keep my anger. I knew when it subsided all i would be filled with was guilt. For yelling at her like that. She deserved it though. Calling social. When i told her. That deserves being yelled at... Doesn't it?

Even though i know its for my own good. Oh god how many of the guys now know. She deserved it. She deserved it, even though she was just worried, even though it would of haunted her for the rest of her life if she didn't.. Even if.. By doing so.. She saved my life.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair before laying it back down on the bed. Doing so, i felt a warm object touch my fingers. I looked down, and picked it up. The soft, brown leather strands plaited together and tied in a loop. A small Silver shell shaped pendant hanging from the middle of the leather.

The bracelet i got Emma about 7 years ago when we were 11. I bought it at a stupid seaside shop when we were at the beach for a day with Gillian, Alex, Rhona, PJ, Heather, Phil, Hayley and Dougie.

We all went looking in the rock pools for crabs and Shells. Emma slid and fell into a small pool, soaking herself and, in the process, scraping all down her leg on barnacles. Everyone laughed, and even emma said it was quite funny looking back, but at the time she was upset, embarrassed and in pain. So i took her too that tiny shop once she'd dried herself off, and bought her that cheaply made, Typical souvenir shop Bracelet, for a measly £1. I put it on her wrist, and she hasn't taken it off since...

Well.. Until now.

I gulped slightly, feeling my throat choke at the memory, and slid the worn leather over my wrist. The small silver shell catching the sunlight streaming in through the hospital window.

I sighed as i lay down, putting my hand on my forehead so the bracelet hung in front of my eyes.

I'd Screwed up. Big time.