Into The Ring (Phenomenal: 2)

3 ~ Fix You

"So, how's Damien?"

Clarissa looked up from her food and book as Charlotte's bedroom door opened and her best friend walked out with bedhead and a yawn.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," she said, marking her page and setting the book aside.

"Egh," was Charlotte's reply as she dropped into the chair across the dining table from Clarissa and stole her tea, taking a mouthful. "What time is it?"

"Seven, do you want dinner?

"No, not now," Charlotte said, shaking her head, "Like I said, how's Damien?"

"He's fine," Clarissa said, standing up to put her plate back in the kitchen.

"Just fine?"

"Less than fine, he lost another fight by the looks of it."

"Well, least we know the world hasn't changed after being away for a mere month."

"But look, he bought me a Christmas present."

Charlotte spun around in her chair, putting her hands on the back, her eyes brightening as Clarissa went into her room. "Really? What? Wait let me guess, necklace?"

"No, he knows I don't like necklaces that much anymore because Brett always gave me them."

Charlotte's smile instantly vanished as she watched Clarissa come out of her bedroom. Clarissa glanced at her then smiled.

"Relax," she said, "I don't mind talking about him, stop skirting around the topic like I might change my mind if I dwell on him too much."

"Well some people start to think of all they... lost, once they break up."

"They do but I think I'm safe from that."

"So long as you don't change your mind if you see him again," Charlotte said, turning around on her chair as Clarissa came back to her seat.

"When I see him again," she corrected, opening the small bag she had brought out of her room. "We still run in the same circles after all."

"True. Will you be seeing him soon?"

"Yep, Mark Stone's birthday is coming up and you know he always has to throw a huge event and make a fuss, probably have ice sculptures made of himself again."

She tipped the bag upside down and Charlotte leant forwards as earrings fell out.

"Oh my gosh! They're so cute!" she cried, picking one up, "And so not what I expected."

"I know, right? I love them," Clarissa said, laughing as she lifted the other. They were drop earrings with little flowers dangling down, small crystals in the centres, but the striking part was that beautiful, detailed images of Peter Rabbit that hung from the ends.

"Can you image Damien buying these?" Charlotte said, giggling like an idiot, a hand to her eyes, "This massive guy with a beat-up face and hoodie, probably looking like a thug, picking out these delicate little earrings?"

"Apparently he had no idea what to get me and Violet picked them out – Peter Rabbit seems to be her new favourite thing after her dad got her the book."

"Man, they're adorable! He got you something so nice!" She suddenly poked Clarissa square in the nose. "And you got him that stupid jumper!"

"I got him other things," Clarissa said, batting her hand away, "It's not like it was the only thing I got him."

"You hate those Christmas jumpers and yet you get him that? What kind of horrible torturer are you?"

"It was just a joke. I didn't think he'd get me anything."