*** MAY 22ND, 2014 ***
I fiddled with my thumbs. I shook my foot. I bit my inner cheek. I did anything I could do to get rid of the nerves running through me right now.
“You are to be out of London by next week, Olivia, or I’m cutting your money to your credit card!”
“Okay, mum.”
“You got it?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good.”
“Yep.”
An awkward silence and not so much as a goodbye was followed by a cut tone, and I roll my eyes as I threw my phone on the couch. The last week had been extremely stressful, just finished exams and all that, but I also applied for the scholarship to go to another school overseas and I was very anxious to know if I got in or not and –
Wow, I need to take a breath.
The past five months have been rough. Charlie managed to fly out on March 26th – my birthday – and we spent two days together, but they flew by. I missed him a lot, however my studies have definitely distracted me enough. And it’s not like we have to communicate via letters. We can Skype, we can call, we can text. It’s not hard to talk to each other.
However, I did miss him. I missed playing with his hair, and I missed kissing his cheeks and his lips. I missed making jokes and bickering with him. I missed commanding him to speak English as opposed to French or Italian. I missed, well, I missed the physical him.
But on the plus side, guess who knows how to speak French? Sorta.
Luke and Rachael finished touring with Ed Sheeran, and were now at home, uploading videos for their fans’ sake. Not to mention, they are really chummy with the man himself. They met loads of celebrities like One Direction and Little Mix. I guess you could say they’re somewhat famous.
Oh yeah, and I think Rachael was close to fainting when she met One Direction.
Sarah walks through the door after collecting the mail from the mailbox downstairs, and I immediately jump up as quickly as I can and run to her, snatching the envelopes out of her hands.
“What took you so long?” I scowl, searching through the envelopes.
Bill, bill, taxes, bill, coupon, voucher, Scholarship letter, junk, junk…
Wait.
“Sarah...” I say, chucking the junk mail on the floor. “Sarah!”
“I’ll call Charlie!” She shrieks, pulling out her phone.
Within a matter of minutes, she manages to get Charlie on the phone.
“Your girlfriend’s life is in the hands of a letter now!” She says, putting the phone on loudspeaker.
“The scholarship?” He asks, and I hear him through the phone as he flops onto his squeaky bed. “Open it!”
I fumble, trying hard to open it as neatly as I could. I finally slit it, quickly grabbing the letter out of the envelope.
“I’m scared.” I say, looking at the folded letter and up at Sarah. “What do I do?”
“Open it, genius!” Charlie’s voice says from the phone.
“Open it!”
Gulping, I unfold it as quickly as I can, trying to make it as less-dramatic as possible. Biting the inside of my cheek as I look at the envelope, I let out a huge scream.
