The Move

Chapter 3

I'm not the emotional type. I'm not the emotional type. I kept telling myself that over and over again whilst sat, curled up, in my bed with a cup of tea and my laptop. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole...literally.

My whole Twitter TL was full of indirects and subtweets;

"23 days? Might as well move tomorrow it'll go that fast.."

"How could you leave your life behind like that? Pathetic"

"Lmaoooooo wtf"

I knew they were about me. I don't think they understand that I don't want to move. But I can't just stay behind whilst my only family members, pack up and leave? I'm 17 for Gods sake, not 21, I don't have a job, neither am I finished full time education.

Telling my best friends, and my boyfriend that I'm moving away, was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and they're not exactly being very supportive. It's so not fair, I would totally stick by one of them if they told me they were moving? Apart from if Charley moved. She's so irritating, and it's so hard to be friends with somebody who's eyebrows are that shitty, because then other people assume your eyebrows are going to be shitty before they meet you, and then thats your whole fucking life ruined so yeah, she could move if she wanted too.

Nathan took it hard. He hasn't spoken to me since, which was actually only around 4 hours ago, but still. He will probably cry. I mean, he lifts weights at the gym with the boys and stuff, but then i'll literally pinch him and his eyes fill up, so he's a pussy too. But I don't blame him, if he told me he was moving half way across the world, I would be heartbroken. We will stay together though, I know it. We have too? We cannot have wasted almost 3 years together. He can come and visit, and obviously i'll come back for holidays. We will be fine..

I tweeted "pls stop indirecting me bitch squad and get tf over it. Take it u dont want holidays to America with the sexy ass boys and hot weather? Yh thats what I thought"

I closed my laptop, and checked my phone for any texts. Obviously I had none becuase the girls weren't talking to me and Nathan is being an ass, but my tweet did get 4 favourites, 3 of which were the girls. They wont stay mad at me for long..they can't. Im leaving in..for fuck sake. I'm leaving in 22 days.

22 days had gone by pretty fast, I thought to myself. It was officially only 48 hours till I move away from this shithole, to another suspected shithole. I have tried to focus on other things, such as spending as much time as possible with the girls and Nathan. The movies, shopping, parties..

Speaking of parties, last Saturday I went to Haldens 18th birthday. Literally, best night of my fucking life, it was like some project X shit. Everyone was there, and if you weren't there, you weren't anybody. Roughly, I would say there was 200 people there, minimum. Baring in mind this was a house party, in a neighbourhood..yeah. I was soo fucked, me and the girls decided to get off our faces because it was going to be one of the last parties I would have gone to with them for a while, and any party isnt a party without a drama. Ok so we were all drunk af. Vodka shots are my weakness and body shots with us all was hilarious, I probably wasted £20 worth of it on the floor, which I did actually end up sucking up from the ground with a straw..don't ask. Amy was passed out on the grass somwehere, probably dead. Hannah and Alice were jumping up and down on a trampoline.. which I think they had broken..I didnt want to know. Danielle and Megan were both kissing the SAME guy at the SAME time, it was so weird? Then there was me, half arguing half flirting with a drunk and high Nathan at 3 in the morning. I mean, who fucking gets drunk, then gets high, then expects his girlfriend to be all loving and caring when he has thrown up on at least 4 people.

"BABE IT WAS A FUCKDIG ACCIDENY"

"I DONT CARE THAST DIGSUTING"

"You're so fuciking hot whem you're angry"

"You're so not fucking hot when youre drunkf!"

..You can infer where it went from there.