Repression ▶ M•C ▶ 2/3

Chapter 30

Georgie's POV

I watched the clock, hung above the oven in the kitchen, as midnight was soon approaching. Any minute now, Gwyn would call me, and I can tell her everything she's missed over the past week. In just a few minutes I would be nineteen years old, I would be another year older, closer to the inevitability of death. This time tomorrow, there would be hundreds of people crowded inside my house, in this very room, having a great time and being able to have fun. Everything was going to be amazing, I was going to make this party the best one anyone in this part of England had ever seen.

My phone started to buzz and vibrate against the counter. Without hesitation I picked it up and held it to my ear. "Happy birthday!" Gwyneth's voice came shouting down the phone. I grinned and chuckled, leaning back in my seat and crossing my legs. "Hello to you too" I smirked, watching the clock as it turned 12:01. "How are you?" She questioned, not sounding as energetic anymore. I wasn't quite sure what to tell her, I'm perfectly happy right now, but if I say that it might come across as if her not being here hasn't affected me, but if I say I'm not alright then I'd be lying, and maybe she'd figure out that I'm not telling her the truth and hang up on me. "Oh, I'm fine, how about you?" I said innocently, trying to turn the conversation back onto her. It was better if I let her do all the answering, I was tired and didn't want to say the wrong thing, she was my best friend and I would always put her feelings in front of mine. "Yeah I'm doing okay, Helen and Annie have been great, they told me to say Happy Birthday to you from them" She was doing the exact same thing, I should of known. "Aw, I miss them" I smiled.

"Well why don't you come back on Sunday, you can stay with me and everyone" Luke has brought this up already and the more I think about, the more I wanted to go. We could be a group again, Gwyn would be back and everything would sort itself out. "Oh, I dyed my hair purple, again" I quickly changed the subject; I didn't want to fantasize something that probably won't come true. Knowing my luck my parents will come home just before I get into a taxi, and drag me back in to the prison that is my home. "Shit, that's great, I bet you look amazing" She sounded a lot more cheerful, it made me smile. I liked it when she was happy; it made worry less, something that I've been doing a lot of lately. "I can't wait for you to see it" I laughed, glancing at the clock as it seemed to have moved forward drastically since the last time I checked. "Soon, I promise" She assured me, her voice suspicious. Something was going on with her; I couldn't quite figure it out what it was. She was planning something. "How's Calum?" She hesitated; there was a short pause before I replied. "Better, I think" I tried to sound as calming as I could. She went silent, for a moment I thought she had hung up on me. "Gwyn?" I said worryingly.

"I should let you go to sleep, you have to get your beauty sleep for your party" She suddenly rushed to end the conversation. "Oh, of course yeah, I'll hopefully see you soon" I got off the chair and walked towards the hallway. "I love you hoe, Happy Birthday" I heard the honesty in her voice; she truly cared about me, that was hard to come by these days. "Love you too slut" I grinned, raising my hand and flicking off the light switch. I was the last one up, again. They all liked to go to bed early, probably to have sex with their girlfriend or boyfriend or maybe just read a book or something. Sometimes I would stay up until 3am watching tv, well, most of the time. But I liked it in some way; I got to sleep next to Michael, every day, I get to look at his lovely face as he dreams about whatever wonderful things are going on in his head. To me, he is like some kind of book that is impossible to completely understand, there was something different about him every time I saw him, it was exciting.

Gwyneth hung up the phone shortly after and I quietly made my way upstairs and into my room, where Michael was propped up in bed, staring at his phone. The closed the door and he suddenly looked up, breaking into a wide smile. "Happy birthday" He put his phone down and pulled the duvet off his legs. He climbed off the bed and hurried towards me, opening his arms and wrapping them around me. I was so overwhelmed, I couldn't describe it. He was so in love with me, he smiled every time he saw me; no one has ever treated me like this. I was never going to leave this beautiful person. I closed my eyes and rested my head in his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating, his chest rising up and down. I was so glad he was alive, I was glad that I was alive. If I had died in that accident I wouldn't be able to ever has this again, I honestly wouldn't know what I would do if I didn't have him in my life.

"I love you, I love you so much" I whispered, opening my eyes and pulling away from him. "I love you too" He laughed. "No, seriously, there is no way I'll ever leave you" I said, looking up at his face. He scrunched his eyebrows for a moment, before smirking again. "Well good, because I'll never leave you too" He giggled. I shuffled over to the bed and sat down, taking off my jeans and throwing them on the floor. "That's why I've decided to come with you all on Sunday" I collapsed down onto the pillow and glanced over at him. He got back into bed next to me and put his arm around my head. "I thought you might" He chuckled.