Through the Tunnel

Chapter 2: One Too Many

Once they got over the initial shock and we went to find Lauren and Neil, Phil decided to drop everyone home (except Lauren and Neil because apparently God didn't make cars) and I spend the entire journey taking the piss out of Steven for being such a coward and writing "3-3" on Phil's forehead. Luckily he didn't mind.

Once Anne-Marie was dropped hope we went to Steven's house. Now, Steven isn't an arse, but his parents are. They are also ridiculously rich which I think is part of the problem. But they are also never home so we pretty much have this huge house all to ourselves almost all the time. And as it so happens he is hosting a party tomorrow and only just thought to tell us.

"It's cool, we're always the last to hear about things like that" says Phil pulling up outside his front gates.

"Sorry, slipped my mind" he says opening the door to Wendy. "Dude, I don't even organise it really, I just pick a day and tell one person. Word soon gets around"

Steven knows about Phil's sexuality and you would think he would call him something other than 'dude' but that's what I like about Steven, he doesn't care who you are because you're still a person to him and so to him, you are known as 'dude'.

He literally calls everyone that.

Once we are fully informed about tomorrow we let go of our third passenger and head over towards my house.

I do not live in a huge house. In fact I live in a standard sized one, with standard parents and a standard life.

When I walk in, after having advised Phil on what to wear tomorrow, I am greeted by the sound of rugby playing on the TV in the living room and the smoke alarm going off in the kitchen. Just another Friday evening.

"What's burning this time?" I say, setting my bag on the kitchen side.

"Damn pie! It said 25 minutes!" she practically has to shout over the beeping.

I stand on a bar stool and reset the alarm. "Yes but what temperature?"

She pauses for a second with the over gloves on her hands, gripping the oven tray. "Oh shit" she says.

"I'll order takeaway."

"Get pizza!" I hear coming from the living room. "I told her to cook pizza so order some!"

"I'll order pizza then."

I grab the phone and wait for the ring.

"Hey, Charlie" I hear.

"Hey, Tony"

"What was it this time?"

"The pie"

I hear the laughter coming through the phone but I also see my mum mouth the words 'shut up' with her well-how-was-I-supposed-to-know look. Once she stops laughing and Tony stops laughing I request our pizzas and have them delivered.

Despite how... pleasant... my parents are, I take my dinner upstairs to my room.

With the music playing through my headphones I check out what's going on in the wondrous world of social networking.

"Damn girl" I said.

A very dramatic status update has taken up the majority of my screen so I figure I should probably read it, but then again... I don't even know this person... in fact I don't think I've even seen her before.

What does catch my eye are the photos of a particular ex with his new girlfriend. I click on the picture and I genuinely can't believe who it is.

"Frankie?" I say, probably a little too loud.