Another week passes and its Thursday night. This time, tomorrow, I will be picking Noah up from the airport. Axel and Renee have spent every day together this week and I swear they’re back together. Lying in bed, I log onto my laptop and open Facebook. The first post on my news feed confirms my suspicions. ‘Renee Rose is in a relationship with Axel Knights.’ I smile, happy that they’re both happy again. I don’t even bother to think of what happens when he goes back to London. Subconsciously I find myself on Rhys’s profile. No updates in three weeks. A wave of disappointment washes over me and I actually question whether he’s okay or not. Just then, there is a knock on my door. Renee peeks her head in.
“Are you ok?” She asks.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I say it with meaning. I’m struggling, but managing to hold myself together. “Are you?”
“Yeah, look Mia,” She walks over to the bed beside me, “I’m really sorry, I-.”
"No Renee, it’s okay. Please this whole mess is really overwhelming and I’d rather we pretend it never happened, get some normality back into life and just go back to before between you and I. It’s ok really!” I plead with begging eyes.
“Alright then, but only if you are sure?” She asks.
I nod. “Yeah, so what’d you come to tell me anyway?”
“How’d you know there was something else?”
“You’ve been my best friend forever; you don’t think I know these things?” I smile.
She smiles back and lets out a sigh of laughter. “I was just coming to let you know that Axel and I are going to the movies tonight. We were wondering if you wanted to come?”
My eyes grow wide and I shake my head. “Not going to happen. I’m not third wheeling it.” I smile.
She laughs at my remark. “Okay, we’ll see you later then.” She walks out and gives me one last smile.
An hours passes, the clock in the longue ticking loudly. I sit on the couch playing flow free on my phone while Trouble Maker by Olly Murs plays in the background. I start to sing along. I place my phone on the table and dance my way to the freezer. The range of ice-cream flavours, makes it hard to choose, but I decide I’m in the mood for raspberry swirl. I take my ice-cream to the kitchen bench, still singing along to the song with my spoon in my mouth. When the song ends another starts to play. I’m wearing my summer pj’s, the windows and doors are all open as the cool summer air blow through the house. Home alone for the night, has its perks. I pull out my laptop on the longue and Lazy Love starts to play. Still licking my spoon in my left hand, I type in my username and password for Facebook, listening carefully to the words of the song. It reminds me of Noah, but in a different context Rhys’ back in the days when we would just spend the whole day inside doing nothing but chilling, just the two of us.
News feed loads quickly and I’m slightly taken by surprise at the first post there. It was Rhys.
‘Feels like you’ve been living your life this entire time, thinking you held all the answers inside, only to realise you’re the stupid one who had all the answers wrong. Now… you have nothing.’
The status means nothing to me. I mean, I kind of feel bad, but he brought this on himself! I decide to keep scrolling. Down my news feed, Rhys’s name comes up often. Though, not because of his recent activity, but rather people posting on his wall; several people- several girls. I click on his name and see that he’s been having guests over frequently. Several girls have posted hearts and wink faces on his wall, calling him babe and sexy. A spark of disgust ignites somewhere inside me and I slam my laptop shut.
