You couldn't sleep that night. Alex had taken over your mind, and there was no way of you stopping thinking about him, so you gave up and let his gorgeous eyes haunt your head for the rest of the evening. At around 2am, you started to write in your notebook about everything you loved about Al, not a smart idea since you were trying to get over the dick head.
You kept hating Al more than anything and then switching to loving him so much you thought you'd explode.
At around 5am you started to fall asleep, then your phone vibrated. You rushed over to it hoping and praying it was Alex. It WAS Alex. Your heart raced as you opened the message.
"Did you see that shooting star?" The message read.
Your heart warmed at the sweetness of the message. You wanted to talk about stars with him, and tell him how much you missed him. Instead you just wrote
"Why are you up at 5am?"
"I could ask the same question to you x" he messaged back instantly.
You sighed. You couldn't say "I'm up because I love you and I miss you and I want you back and I can't stop thinking of your eyes" because that would send mixed messages. Instead you just wrote
"No. I didn't see the shooting star"
Your eyes were fixed to your phone, waiting for Alex's message to come through.
"It was gorgeous" he messaged back. You sigh and put your phone down. You realise how stupid you're being and how unfair you're being to Alex, you've made it clear you want nothing to do with him, now you're texting him?!
After another hour of thought you fall asleep.
In the late morning there are twelve missed calls. All from Ryan. You call him, to see whats up.
"Darcy! Are you feeling any better?" Ryan's soft voice asks down the phone.
"Yes, thanks Ry." you say, smiling at his concern. Even though you weren't ill at all.
"How about Lunch?" He asks, you can hear his smile through his voice.
"Uhh, yeah okay." You say, feeling guilty about cancelling your outing the previous night.
You jump out of bed and go and get changed. You put on your leggings and some old band t-shirt. You do your makeup in a rush, cursing whenever your eyeliner goes wrong.
You stuff your bag with your phone, some gum, a twenty pound note and your makeup bag.
You pull on some old converse and open your door, to be greeted with a sad eyed Alex.
"Darcy" he croaks, he sounded like he'd been drinking..and crying.
