(Charlotte’s POV)
I’ve known Max for 18 years now. We were next door neighbours when we lived in Manchester.
My dad’s from Manchester and my mum’s from Nottingham. She moved to Manchester to be with my dad but recently they’ve been arguing a lot and the only person I can talk to about it is Max. He always knows how to cheer me up and I can tell him anything.
The one thing I didn’t know how to tell him, though, was that we were moving away. Mum decided she wanted a break away from dad.
We, that’s me, mum and my older brother, Jake, were moving back to Nottingham. We were gonna be staying at my uncle Martin’s house.
I decided I was gonna tell him the next day. Not sure how, but I was gonna tell him. I had to. We were moving in 2 weeks. I don’t want to leave him when he’s angry at me. So I text him: ‘Hey. You in tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something xx’
I knew he’d text back almost straight away. He’s never off his phone. ‘Yeah sure. What about? xx’ This was his response every time I told him I needed to talk to him about something.
‘Just need to talk. I’ll come round about 11, kay? xx’
‘Sure. See you tomorrow xx’
