Once it got too around 2 am we decided it was too late to watch another one, so we just sat up and chatted for awhile.
"I'm really glad it's not awkward between us." He said, he then took a drink out of his water bottle.
"Why would it be awkward?"
"Well given our history." He laughed.
"True." I laughed with him. "I swear to god if everyone knew even half the stuff that's happened between us, they'd think we're mental."
"We are a bit mental though."
"Alex came to coffee with us the other day." I informed him, as I laid a pillow on my lap and hugged it slightly.
"I know she told me." His words made me remember that they are actually in a relationship and do communicate. "Was it awkward?" He asked.
I shook my head. "She told me that Connor was giving me the eyes." I laughed at her stupidity. "And that we'd look good together." I added.
"Do you like him?" He pestered, I shook my head once again.
"I mean I've never really looked at him in any other way than friends." He didn't reply so I continued, "I'm going to text Liam."
"What why?" His head turned and looked at me,
"Because we ended on a bad note, and we were friends before we went out, and who knows, maybe we'll get back together." I shrugged.
"He left you alone in the middle of a random persons party, Amelia." His voice was bold as he said this, he didn't look at me, I knew he was disappointed.
"You had sex with me, and then had sex with your girlfriend in the same bed, the day after." I spat at him, emphasising on the word 'girlfriend'
"We didn't."
"You didn't what?"
"We didn't do it in the bed, I said no." He admitted.
"What?" I breathed and he nodded. "You still had a girlfriend and I'm not really up to being a side hoe."
"You're not a side hoe, you're my best friend."
I gave him a silly face which made him laugh, the kind of laugh where his eyes crinkle and he just looks so perfect and happy and it was amazing, I clutched my hand around the rose necklace he gave me not so long ago and sighed.
I hated the way we could be perfectly happy and content and then I'm suddenly reminded that we couldn't always be like this, he had a girlfriend who he loved, and she loved him and I was the girl he went to for a bit of fun, it made me feel shitty.
Have you ever felt so low, that you don't even want to be around people? You want to lock yourself in your room and never come out and never see anyone ever again because you're just so disgusted in yourself, because that's how I felt.
"Have you gotten skinnier?" He asked, his fingers poking my stomach.
"No." I denied quickly, but he knew me better than that, he knows all about my past eating habits and he won't be shy to call me out on them if he thinks I've gone back to my old ways, which I have but I have to, my grandmothers comment made me sick to my stomach, I felt ugly and fat and I couldn't help it, I knew he would be disappointed in me, but I didn't care, I was back in control of my body and I liked being in control of it, at least if everything in my life was falling apart I could make sure my body wasn't.
"Amelia." He said sternly.
"What?" I tried to sound confident, but it came out small.
"Why?" He asked softly, his arms wrapped around me and pulled into his chest.
