Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

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"Which part of England are you from?" Liane questions as her and Ashlyn walk down the hall to their dorm.

"Buckinghamshire," she answers, smiling fondly at the thought of her hometown, "it's in South East England."

"Did you move here for university or ..." Liane trails, but Ashlyn got what she was trying to say. Liane knew she was pretty awful at making small talk, but she'd only known the girl for less than two hours.

"No, I moved here two years ago with my mum. Then, she met some guy and they got married, so now I have a new sister. But she's cool," she explains while Liane unlocks and opens their door. "Plus," she continues, "I met a really cute boy with the cutest Australian accent." Liane takes note of the happy sigh that left Ashlyn's mouth and giggly tone, automatically knowing she was really interested in this guy.

"What's his name?" She asks with an amused smile.

"Ashton," she replies, "he's a sophomore [idk what it's called in Australia and England, but it's the second year of college/university] and he's super nice and super hot. Hot guys that aren't assholes are much harder to find now." Liane noticed Ashlyn was way better at having conversations than she was.

"You're right about that," she laughs quietly. "Should we knock out this unpacking?" Ashlyn makes some sort of whining noise, falling back on her bed. "I'll take that as a no. We can just do it tomorrow, we have a week and a half until classes start, right?"

"I guess," Ashlyn laughs, shrugging, "I'm in Australia now; I'm not really worried about when my classes start." Liane snorts at her response, sitting on her own bed. "I'm gonna shower and head off to bed," she informs her before grabbing some clothes out of one her bags and leaving for the bathroom.

Liane goes to get clothes from her own suitcase, but her phone buzzing multiple times stops her. She flips over the iPhone that was lying face down on her bed, reading the notification that said Michael had sent her a text.

from: mike baby:

are you sleeping?

from: mike baby:

wake up

from: mike baby:

i miss you

Liane's heart flutters at the text messages and she instantly types up a reply.

to: mike baby:

i miss you more

to: mike baby:

and no im not sleeping

After shutting of her screen and tossing it to the side, she grabs a pair of pajama shorts and a shirt she secretly took from Michael the previous night.

from: mike baby:

this is why you should stay at my flat

from: mike baby:

we can't be separated

from: mike baby:

:(

to: mike baby:

nah, you just have separation issues

to: mike baby:

:)

She slips on the clothes and ties up her hair before glancing down at her now uncovered, scared arm. Tears well up in her eyes as she presses the arm to her stomach.