LUKE’S POV
I was sitting at the table with a bowl of coco pops in front of me. Everyone was chatting away, completely oblivious to anything else going on, to what was going on in my mind.
Footsteps on the floorboards, and here we go. Christian grinned and jumped up, going into the kitchen. My bowl was empty, there was only so long that I could sit, swirling my chocolately milk. I stood up, going straight to the sink without looking up.
“Morning,” Maeve said nervously, trying too hard to be cheerful.
“Yeah, morning,” I said coolly. She was silent, so I looked up to see her biting her lip and twisting her hands in front of her. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“I uh – No,” she swallowed hard and forced a smile. “Don’t worry about that Christian, I’m heading home anyway. I’ll talk to you guys later.” She looked at me once more before turning around and walking out, Christian following her.
“Um what the hell just happened?” Georgia asked from the table, not the only one looking at me in shock. “Why are you being such a dick?”
“Luke, that was dog man,” Mitchel shook his head.
“Whatever guys,” I laughed humourlessly. “Here’s the thing though, contrary to popular belief, you guys don’t know everything. Did you ever think that maybe I’m not the one in the wrong?”
“Here’s the thing though,” Christian came back in, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. “I actually do know exactly what happened, and I still think you’re being a dick.”
“She’s the one who ran out,” I shot back, forgetting everyone else was in the room. “Excuse me for being offended when I kiss a girl and she runs out on me.”
“YOU WHAT?!” The others all exclaimed, perfectly synchronised. Oh shit.
“So you kissed her and now you’re icing her out?” Taylah clarified. “You really are a dick.” Her and Georgia stood up and left the room, leaving me feeling slightly less confident about the situation.
The boys hurried out after them, stupid whimps. Christian went to say something but thought better of it and walked out, leaving me standing in the kitchen by myself.
I ended up back in my room, lying on my back on my bed. I wasn’t completely in the wrong here was I? I mean, she walked out on me after… well that. It was good wasn’t it? I definitely thought it was. Obviously she didn’t though…
So yeah, I was upset. I really liked her and – wait, that was it, wasn’t it? I liked her. I actually really, really liked her. Everything about her, I couldn’t escape it. And I finally had a chance at it, and BAM over in a second.
I was sick of wallowing in my own brain so I pulled out my phone and logged onto twitter, hoping my timeline would be distracting enough. I replied to a few fans, followed a few people and checked out what some of my friends were doing. The one bad thing about distracting yourself with social media, there’s always that chance that you’ll see the exact thing you’re trying to forget
@AwkwardlyMavis Guys are such dicks L
@Tonightersss @AwkwardlyMavis Who is it? Tonighters will bring that asshole down? ;)
@AwkwardlyMavis @Tonighterss haha, thanks lovely, but I’m pretty sure everyone likes him too much to do that!
@Howelly123 I think I made a mistake… I hate feelings!
I sighed and threw my phone to the end of my bed, putting my pillow over my face. I’m a dick.
MAEVE’S POV
@Howelly123 I think I made a mistake… I hate feelings!
“Ugh I hate him!” I threw my phone to the end of my bed, hitting Taylah’s leg. She looked up and frowned at me pointedly. “I do!” I insisted defensively.
“You only hate him because you luuuurv him,” Georgia said in a singsong voice. I glared at her and she just grinned. “Last time I checked, you don’t lock lips with people you hate.”
“Well I heard they practically had sex,” Taylah said with a smirk. “Very saucy.”
“I hate you both so much!” I groaned, covering my face with my pillow. “Mif idspa snmwp!”
“I know babe, I know,” Georgia patted my leg. Her weight lifted off the bed and I sat up as the door opened and she ran out. She came back a few minutes later with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and three spoons. “This pity party isn’t complete without Misters Ben, Jerry and Ryan.” She skipped over to my TV and put in the Notebook before she came back and we all crawled under the doona.
I pulled out my phone and snapped a selfie of us all with our ice-cream and the doona pulled up to our chins. I posted it to instagram and twitter, the world deserves to know what losers we really are.
maevekerrc Nothing says a pity party like a tub of B&Js, Ryan Gosling and my girls #Suchasadsack #WhycantallboysbelikeNoah?
Of course I ended up in tears by the end of the movie. The empty ice cream container had fallen off the bed, there were mascara tracks running down my face, and I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, but somehow I felt better.
“Are you girls staying that – Good god you look terrible!” Muffy stood in the doorway, looking over us with a smirk. “I’m guessing you had a rough day.”
“Why would you think that?” I said quickly.
“Well, you only revert to drooling over Noah when you’re depressed, angry or feeling sorry for yourself,” she said matter-of-factly. She sat down on the bed and the girls turned to face me, trying to hold in their laughter. “So spill.”
And I did. I told her everything. This is one of the benefits of an aunt over a mother, there’s definitely less judgement.
“And you’re sitting here crying over a tub of callories?” she asked in disbelief. “Are you insane child?”
“What? But he – and I – don’t give me that look!” I spluttered, crossing my arms. “He was the one being a jerk, I tried to be nice.”
“That just means he likes you!” she declared drastically.
“Thank you!” the girls said together, throwing up their hands. “We’ve been trying to tell her that!”
“Don’t gang up on me!”
