I was playing Mario on the Xbox and I just couldn't concentrate. I was dating someone I had fancied for ages and there was something wrong. Oh well. I do still love him.
My phone began to ring.
"Hello?" I answered it.
"Hey babe, its meeee," I heard Nathan's thick Gloucestershire accent through my blackberry phone.
"Aha, hey Nath. Whatcha doin'?" I kicked my shoes off and flung my feet on the couch.
"Just chilling. Going to the park after. Wanna come with?"
"Sure. Ill be there in ten minutes. Bye Nath," I sighed, hanging up.
I ran upstairs and entered my room. I chose a MCR t shirt and some black skinny jeans. Rummaging through the clutter in my draw, I found my completely black converse. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided I looked pretty cool so I checked my phone again. Five minutes left, just enough time to sprint to the park.
Nathan was waiting by the gates, his eyes attached to his phone. I jogged up behind him and jumped on his back. He spun round.
"Hehe, hi," I giggled, jumping off him.
"Hi," he smiled again. He lent forward and kissed me. This one was softer. I kissed him back.
"Lets go on the swings!" I squealed, running to the swings like a five year old. Nathan sat down next to me, less enthusiastic to swing.
"Nath? You ok?" I said, slowing my swing. I jumped off and gave Nathan a hug.
"I just don't want to break up. Your going to America and Im in London, we can't continue," i saw a tear emerge from his eye.
"Oh my god, Nathan. You'll get over me. Your really attractive and you're gonna get a girl immediately. I swear! Please don't cry about me!" I begged, wiping his tear away with my thumb. Nathan gave me a sad smile. Pulling him into another hug, Nathan pulled me onto his lap and left a trail of kisses down my neck. This made me shiver a little. His lips soothed my skin before reaching my lips. This was pretty awesome.
"I love you Nathan James Sykes," I whispered.
"I love you more, Trouble Barker," his words muffled slightly. My brain was thinking 'NOPE. NOPE. HES GORGEOUS YOU'RE DONE!' but I started to disagree. Nathan's phone buzzed. Pushing me off gently, he checked it.
"Damn its my sister, Jessica, I need to go. Call me," he whispers before leaving a light kiss on my head. His gaze caught mine, before jogging away. Feeling strangely hurt and disappointed, I trudged back home.
"T? Where the hell were you?" Joe demanded, giving me a quick hug as I entered.
"Somewhere that you were not," I smirked.
Joe gave me a suspicious glare, before shrugging and suggesting we played Minecraft on the Xbox.
"You're so lame Joseph. Pokémon please," I begged. He nodded and we got into it. I was beating him so badly.
"I give up. You're shit at games," I shook my head before skipping upstairs.
My Macbook led waiting for me on my bed. Logging on, I smoothed a few stickers that were on the back.
Yes, I have an unnecessary need to decorate my Macbook, Blackberry and iPod with stickers. Even my lucky Xbox controller has a cat sticker on it. I am a sticker addict. You don't understand how excited I get when a teacher gives me a sticker for good work.
Your judging may now begin.
On Twitter, Sally put a pic of her me and Heather. It was an old selfie, but it brought back some interesting memories.
"Trouble! Joe! Bed now!" I heard Joan, my foster mum yell.
"OK!" I yelled back.
