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"I can't do that. Will you just calm down please?"

"No?! Whose stuff even is this?"

"Mine" came a voice from behind me.

I whipped my head round to look back at the doorway to see who I would have to share my room with. Today just isn't my day.

"Ryan?!" I asked in both awe and shock.

He held his arms open and I ran to him and squeezed him so tight I thought he was going to explode.

"What are you doing back? You're supposed to be with your mum in America? What happened to your eye?!" I asked as I stroked the bruise that was surrounding his right eye.

"It doesn't matter. What I want to know is what happened to you"

"Guys" Luke interrupted. "You both have a lot of catching up to do. Maybe you could even include the others? But for now, Marie, you need to sort yourself out, and Ryan, you have a lot of unpacking to do"

Why is that his priority? Why does he care more about showering and unpacking then he does about us both talking again and having like a reunion or something? The only thing that makes me happy and I have to wait even longer to experience it.

"No but I want to talk to Ryan..."

"Marie just...do as he says" Ryan interrupted.

"What?"

"Just do what he says!" He said more sternly, raising his voice slightly. It almost scared me, to the point where I let go of him and backed away a couple of paces.

"Marie I'm sorry..."

"Forget it"

I stormed out to the bathroom, pushing past Luke on the way. Why did he get so mad at me? I thought he would be happy to see me. I was definitely happy to see him until he went and yelled at me.

It actually reminded me of my uncle. I think that's why I got so freaked out. But why did he even want me to do as I was told anyway? I thought he would be on my side and against Luke and be wanting to forget about sorting stuff out and be able to talk to each other properly again.

I tried to forget about it and just have my shower as quick as possible. After all that is what he wants. It was difficult though because my hair was really greasy. It wasn't even that long since I last washed it, but I think it was just sleeping in that horrible damp room has really had an effect on me.

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I finished in the shower and put a fresh set of clothes on. It felt refreshing. I also combed my hair and brushed my teeth. I basically returned to my normal hygiene standard.

When I was ready, I stepped out of the shower and started walking back to our room. It feels good to say that again. Even if Ryan wasn't done unpacking, I could help him, or just sit in there with him. Either way I could talk and now Luke couldn't stop me.

I was almost at our door, when it swung open and Ryan stormed out, shoulder barging me on his way.

"Hey! Ryan!" I started chasing after him but he's faster than me and I started to fall behind. "What's the problem Ryan what's wrong?"

"Shut up!" I heard him yell. I stopped and allowed him to run away from me. I don't think he left the house or anything, but he definitely went somewhere.

Why does he suddenly hate me? It's like, since he got back he's just not wanted to be around me. Or when he is around me, he's trying to get rid of me or be somewhere else without me. This is weird.