My heart #Wattys2017

Loving Livi; Enochs POV

Millard wasn't making the rest of the time a good one, so we all ended up leaving at half six, when we were supposed to leave at seven. Since Horace lived only a block away from me, we walked back together. Horace's was first, so we wandered up to his door, where his parents let him in. When I got to my house, it was empty. My parents were still at their funeral parlour. I didn't care. I turned on Suicide Squad on TV and fell asleep half way through.

I awoke the next morning to the ringing of my phone - it was Bronwyn. I sighed and grumbled as I picked it up. "Hello?" I muttered. "Enoch - Hugh had feelings for Fiona and its driving Millard crazy so its driving me crazy. Please help me!" "Not now - its five in the morning and you know I don't like to be up earlier then I have to!" I huffed. "I'll just hang up then-" "No!" I had no idea why I wanted her to continue to talk, but I did. "Enoch?" I shuddered. She probably had the wrong idea of something then and there, so to change the subject, I said:"What did Miss Elevin set last week for chemistry?" Bronwyn sighed. "Good bye, Enoch." She muttered and hung up. I went back to sleep.

"Enoch! Bring your washing down here so that I can wash it with the rest of the clothes!" My mother called. I twisted over in bed before groaning and dragging my wash basket down the stairs. "Your fathers at the parlour and tomorrow January is coming." Mum explained as I passed her my wash basket. I hated January she is the worst, most embarrassing cousin ever. The only thing cool about her is that she's got a cool brother my age. "Mum, is Jack coming?" I asked, hopefully. Mum nodded. "Unfortunately," she muttered.

I quickly ran to get myself washed and dressed, before remembering it was a Saturday. I took off my school clothes and dragged on my black T-shirt with a dead peregrine falcon on it, pulled my black hoody with a dead avocet bird on it, then tugged on my black trousers, with dead wrens on the pockets. I took no care whatsoever in my clothing choice, so i pulled my black ankle socks with dead thrushes on them onto my feet. "Just going round to Hugh's house, mum!" I lied and ran out the door with my black Nike trainers with dead robins on the sides. I raced over to Drop Dead Gorgeous clothes shop. I was planning on getting some new black clothes with dead birds on, as these were getting to short.

When I got there, I noticed Fiona on the kerb in front crying. "Hey Fiona," I said uncomfortably. "What's wrong?" "My dad die-" she started. "Someone I know has died." Luckily for her, whatever she said previously before changing it, I didn't hear. "Who was it?" I asked. "Someone I knew. Someone close." She whispered. I kept on bugging her to tell me who it was, but she never gave in. I gave up and pointed at Drop Dead Gorgeous behind us.

"I'm heading in, you wanna come?" I asked. She shrugged and stood up with me, ten we entered. Then we went off in separate ways so I could go to the men's and she could go to the woman's. I stared. There were so many to choose from. After about fifteen minutes, I gave into myself and bought them all. I met Fiona outside the shop. But she wasn't alone. There was a girl behind her, sniggering and laughing and poking Fiona and calling her names. Olivia Morris. I had had a long crush on her for ages, not even now did she seem less, well, perfect. So she was kinda being mean, but Fiona was the one not doing anything about it. So, when you think about it, it wasn't Livi's fault - it was Fiona's.

I didn't know what to do - I didn't know Fiona all that well, but I wasn't going to stand for it. But having a crush on Livi as lon as I had, I couldn't push her away either. Then Livi saw me. She walked over all flirty and did some flirting, something I was never good at. I just stared at her, wishing I could think of something quick and wippy to say, but no such thing came. When she finally left me alone, I turned to see Fiona still crying, and called Emma.

"Emma?" I hissed down the phone. "What?" She answered just as hissy. "Fiona's crying on the kerb and I don't know what to do!" "What do you mean? Life you'd care." "Funnily enough I do have a heart you know, and I'm not going to stand for it." "Fine, I'll call Hugh. Where are you?" "Outside Drop Dead Gorgeous." "Good, I'm calling Hugh now on the home phone."

I waited a while until I saw Hugh's parents shiny red Jaguar before leaving. I set up a camera in the window of Drop Dead Gorgeous to watch them. When I got home, I connected my spare phone (in the window) to my laptop. The image that met my eyes was quite disturbing: Hugh was sat with Fiona crying in his shoulder. "Hey hey, calm down. Its just one little-" "FAMILY DEATH! ONE LITTLE FAMILY DEATH!" She yelled at him. There was no one else in the street. "Please, just stop!" She sobbed. Hugh brought her in closer and kissed her forehead. "Its OK, I'm sure that he still loves you even though he's dead. And you still have Mary-Anne. And JoJo. And... Us?" Hugh said us as though it we were a question.

I groaned and turned it off. What a waste! Apart from the fact that Hugh kissed Fiona, well, that part was good. At least. I wrinkled my nose up when my phone gave a beep. I slowly reached to it from my bed (it was on my black desk; I decorated it with dead birds, as usual) and stared at it. Bronwyn. Usually I would have just deleted it and put my phone back down again, but this time I picked it up properly and read the text:
Is Hugh with Fiona? I do hope everything's OK. Did you see them? Enoch, are you even there?
It was a pretty dumb question considering I was sat here reading it. I typed back:
I saw them alright. I also saw Hugh kiss Fiona.
Bronwyn typed straight back:
You kidding me, right?
Nope!
Don't joke with me, Enoch
I'm not, Bronwyn.
It went on as a silly conversation when Bronwyn didn't believe me, as per usual.