Eternally Ours

7- Built Like A Greek God

Half an hour later and we are still trying to find a movie. Jack hasn't made an appearance yet but Annie and Harry left about twenty minutes ago, Harry had to go somewhere and Annie wanted to get home to study.

"So how long have you lived in England for?" I ask Freddie, because I never really found out about where he's from, well I know from the accent that he is Irish but where in Ireland I have no idea.

"Well I was born in Dublin and lived there till my Dad got a job over here when I was five, my aunt and uncle also lived over here for work. Then I met Jack and Harry at school but then when I was eight my Mammy had a big job offer back in Dublin so we moved back. But Jack and Harry weren't getting rid of me that easily- I made sure they remembered me," He lets out a chuckle.

"I came over every holiday and stayed with my aunt and uncle, but then my Mammy and Dad both got better job offers back here so when I turned fourteen we moved back over. So as you can tell my life has been decided based on my parents jobs." His accent is so nice to listen to, I really love the Irish accent.

"I've always wanted to go to Dublin and Galway," I tell him.

"I'll take you one day, you'll love it Irish people are the best, as you can clearly tell," He motions to himself while winking at me over exaggeratedly.

"Freddie can I ask you a question about Georgia?" I am so curious to know what her problem is, especially after last night.

"Shoot." His eyes not leaving the long list of films on the tv screen.

"Why doesn't she like me?"

"Emmy, with Georgia is could be a whole bunch of stuff, like it could be the Jack thing, or it could be the fact that she is a ragging bitch, but like I said it could be anything," He just continues to look through the movies as if it was no big deal, wait hold up.

"Wait what Jack thing?" Freddie turns to me to answer when Jack suddenly appears at the door wearing nothing but tracksuit bottoms. Dear Lord have mercy.

"Talking about me I see, the Jack thing is how I manage to be this good looking," he says while smiling and flexing his muscles. Freddie just snorts and looks at him like he's stupid.

"Okay you may be good looking as in you're built like a Greek God or whatever but wouldn't you rather look like this," Freddie motions to himself, "Less Greek God but more manly I feel in a more conventional sort of way." Jack just laughs and sits down next to me.

"Go on Emmy who do you thinks better looking?" Freddie says with this look in his eye I can't quite identify.

"Oh I don't know you both are," I try to back out of this situation without embarrassing myself, just slowly step out of it Emily you will be fine. Sadly Freddie has other ideas.

"No you have to say one of us, look I'm sure Jack won't be offended when you tell him I'm better looking. His big head could do with a bit of deflating." He just keeps laughing.

"Fine Jack's better looking," maybe now the conversation will stop. Freddie's laughter immediately stops. Jacks smirk just grows as he flings his arm around me and pulls me closer, clearly joking around.

"It's fine Emmy, you're not my type anyway." I give him a knowing smile due to the fact Jack can't see me. Jack adjusts his arm and pulls me closer to him so my head is on his chest and then he places his hand on the back of the sofa. Don't do it Emily. Don't let yourself think something's there that is not, Jack is just being friendly like he always is.

Freddie suddenly throws the TV remote into the middle of the room startling both me and Jack. "I give up, I can't find anything, you guys look I'm going upstairs for a bath," before either one of us can respond he's already half way up the stairs. Neither of us make any kind of movement to pick the remote up, I'm way to comfortable. Not just physically but mental comfortable with Jack, like he's my new safety blanket, and the smallest part of me is telling me that relying on anyone except my Mum would make me crazy, giving the track record I have with people dropping out of my life it's not a good idea. I push it out of my head, I'm being ridiculous, right?