You're it (SEQUEL OUT)

Chapter 6- A Christmas party from hell?

A/N @ end

'I know you so well, so well, I'm nothing without her
I keep falling
I've been pretty...
I know you so well, so well, I'm nothing without her'

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A large rapping at my door the next morning wakes me up from my sleep, causing me to groan in frustration. I peek at the clock and notice it's already 9am, which is pretty late for Ashley's standards. I sit up in the bed, preparing myself for the hurricane that is my best friend. The door flings open and she stands there, looking weirdly immaculate.

I look at her silk pyjamas and loose hair, all perfect and photo ready. I, on the other hand, am wearing an old band shirt and shorts while my hair is shoved back into some ponytail. 

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Ashley squeals, bounding over excitedly and hugging me. I laugh and hug her back, my arms winding around her neck. "C'mon. I let you sleep long enough!"

We walk downstairs, jumping on the couch. Her Mother and little sister are already there and they offer me sleepy smiles. I hold in my laugh at Ashley's little sister. She looks barely awake while Ashley is bouncing up and down. We do her families presents first so they can get started on breakfast and calling people.

"Ash it's beautiful!" Ashley's mother, Katie, exclaims holding up a cashmere pale pink cardigan. Katie works in a office, with a very important job and is always glamorous. Fresh hair, nails, clothes. I don't know how she does it everyday. I can barely wake up and shove some cereal down.

I get Ash a necklace with a simple A on it along with some new makeup. She hugs the palette to her chest, squealing with delight. She gets me very similar gifts, along with a new skirt. 

"Ash, this is designer. And probably ridiculously expensive!" I exclaim and she laughs.

"For the get together! It'll really suit you." She says, shrugging it off. I hug her again, feeling grateful. 

There's always an after Christmas party, thrown by some guy called Eddie. It happens every year and a lot of people go, including us. It's a chance for presents, fires and doing what we do best- getting drunk.

That night, everyone is on the couch snuggled up for the movie. I get up to go to the bathroom, fiddling with my phone.

My mind is still on the party a few days ago. Kit. Luke. Me running out. I haven't even told Ashley about it. Luke just told them I was feeling a little ill and left. 

I've never been so..freaked out by someone before. I don't know what the hell came over me in that closet. 

I sigh, finally dialling the number I've been dying to try for days. 

"Fray. This is a surprise." Luke answers, sounding pleased. I lean against the windowpane and smile, looking out into the night sky. The houses are are lit up along the lane, all kinds of decorations covering the buildings. 

"I wanted to talk about the other day." I reply, biting my lip. I can hear him sigh and worry he'll be annoyed. 

"You won't even wish me a Merry Christmas before we hit the hard topics? Alright. Hit me with it." He chuckles. I smile, already at more of an ease. 

"I'm sorry for running. I had a bit to drink and freaked, because you're my friend. I don't want to scare you off." I say, running a hand through my hair. 

"You didn't scare me off Fray." He sounds amused. "We both had a bit to drink, me more than you. I'm sorry for questioning you about Kit."

"It's okay. Like you said, both pretty tipsy." I feel as if a weight is off my chest. "So, we're cool? This isn't going to turn into something weird?"