Filling The Gap...

Katie

It had almost been a month since the last time Robbie had properly spoken to me. Days had turned in to weeks when he held me solely responsible for getting rid of the only ever friend he had had. He didn't even say Hi to me the days I picked him up after school, now getting my very own car from the local dealership. Cameron had checked it over for me making sure I wasn't overpaying for it which was really sweet of him. Driving up the drive in my black Vauxhall Astra, I tap on the breaks and then pull the hand break up. Turning off the engine, I get out the car with Robbie following behind me. Opening the front door, I hear a noise coming from upstairs as we walk in.

"William"

Robbie calls out, pushing pass me as he runs up the stairs.

"William!"

He shouts. I follow quickly behind him, not knowing why my heart was beating faster than before as he checks his room and then runs up to mine.

"William. Where are you?"

I could hear the sadness in my little brother's voice when he doesn't get any response back.

"Robbie-"

Placing a hand on his shoulder which he just shrugs off, storming into his room slamming the door shut behind him. Mike had even tried to get through to him when he had come over one of the weekends, telling Mike part of the truth that William wasn't good for Robbie that he was a guy that I had met at school who had a crush on me and kissed me when I was with Cameron. Which Mike was very shocked about. I wasn't a player I didn't like that William had kissed me, partly feeling guilty because I was with Cameron and he deserved me to be honest with him. When he was already jealous of the William when he had first met him.

We didn't end up going on the fishing trip that Patrick had invited us too since mum didn't like the atmosphere going on between me and Robbie, which I told her in time he would get over. One day. It was hard explaining everything to her, but she respected my decision I just hope I was right.

Closing my bedroom door behind me I walk over to my desk, the towel covered lockbox still sat in the corner untouched not being able to bring myself to open it. Sitting down in the chair, memories of William come flooding back as he sits where I am sat. My legs straddled on top of him as he kisses me. I was shocked and surprised by his actions not being one of the things I thought he would ever do since he could hardly stand being around me, let alone liked me. He was gone now. He said he didn't need my help, it was over.

My curiosity wins as I unwrap the crusted muddy towel off the lockbox. The dented scorched metal cold underneath my fingertips. It the box itself wasn't heavy but it did rattle. Pulling the metal hook up, I open the lid not wasting any time to look inside it. Staring downwards my fingers grazing along the pocket watch he had mentioned. It's frame tinier than I imagined it was going to be when I rest it in the middle of my palm. It was beautiful. Too beautiful, know it belonged to his grandfather who I hope meant a lot to him. Putting the pocket watch back, I pull out a stack of old photos that are held together with a golden clip. I flick through them slowly, most of them being of William when he was a boy with his parents and some with an older couple which I figure to be his grandparents. The boy in the photos seeming to be a lot different to the person who I was use to. He looked, happy.