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January

slammed her car door shut in fury. She marched inside her house and stormed to her room, her mum shouting after her, “Get lost, Mother!” called back. She slammed her bedroom door shut, the pictures on the walls shaking. One fell down. She picked it up. It was her best photo. It had her and her boyfriend, , on it. She smiled and hung it up again.

After five minutes, received a text from asking her to come over. She opened her bedroom window and climbed out. Luckily, she lived in a bungalow. She shut the window quietly and sneaked round to the gate. She ran swiftly over the road to another single storey house and opened the gate. She knocked on a window.

A boy of about seventeen was sat on a chair strumming his guitar, thoughtfully. He looked up, put his guitar down and opened the window, “ , what are we going to do with you?” he smiled, helping her in. she only used the window if she wasn’t meant to go out, “What have you done now?”

“It wasn’t my fault. I went out with , and and we ran into , , and . They had cigarettes and…”
“You didn’t have one, did you?” asked, worriedly.
“NO! That’s what Mum thinks though. They wanted to go in the shop over the road but it’s no smoking. They only wanted a drink and they’d just lit up the ciggies. They asked us to hold them for like two minutes. So we did. Then Mum drove past, saw me with it and jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
“Oh,” smiled, “That’s all?”
“Yeah. What did you want to tell me, hun?” she asked, remembering why she had come over.
“Er, . I don’t know how to tell you this. I went to an audition for this band a few months back. I met this lad…”
“Oh my God. My boyfriend’s gay,” gasped.
“Relax. I'm 100% straight. But, he liked my style and he asked me to write with him. You know I keep going to my auntie’s house. I haven’t really been going. I've been going to visit . He writes with Busted. We’re gonna form a band and to do that, I need to move to London with him. Soon, preferably,” explained.
“So where does this leave us?” asked.
“Oh, . We’ll not split up. We can call each other, text each other, write, e-mail, MSN…there’s tonnes of ways we can stay in touch. You’re my number one. I’ll never ever forget you,” got up and hugged his girlfriend, “I love you,” he whispered. searched around the room uncomfortably. It was the first time he’d ever said that and meant it. She felt the same way but they could never stay together if he was in London.

“Love you too,” she said. sighed with relief and kissed her lightly, “I'd best get home.” She climbed out of the window and went to close it. Then she had a thought, “ By the way, when are you going?”

“Next weekend,” he whispered. shut the window and ran home. She didn’t use her window, just opened the door, ran in and went to her room, crying heavily.

The Weekend After

was stood on the platform, waiting, “You’ll have to go honey,” his mum said, “She’s not coming.” didn’t want to believe her. He looked around the crowd. He nodded. He hugged his family and got on the train. He sat down and at that very second his phone vibrated in his pocket.

, I'm so so sorry baby. It’s best if we call it a day. Sorry babes. It’s over. Maybe we could still b m8s? I’ll always love you, xxx

re-read it over and over before replying with

, sorry hun, we can't be friends. I love u 2 much. Love u 4eva, xxx

His phone beeped again.

Ok, please urself. Hope u fail. I’ll make sure I get over u. Ur just a user.

And he threw his phone in his jacket, curled into a ball on the seat and started sobbing.

knocked on a green door. A boy with blond, floppy hair wearing a black Etnies t-shirt and black Dickies trousers opened it, “You’ve done it, haven’t you?” he asked. She nodded and started to cry, “Come in,” he held the door open and the young girl went into the house.

She wandered into the ’s lounge and sat down. The boy sat opposite her, “Have I done the right thing, ? I mean I love him, I really do but we couldn’t keep up a long distance relationship. And him being in a band means he’ll see loads of prettier girls and dump me without looking back. But I do love him and he’ll be so upset and…” got up and wrapped his arms around her. “I think you’re right. He couldn’t keep up a long distance relationship. , he was…is my best mate and I know he could easily go after another girl who is…not prettier but more…pop…no cos you're popular…more swee…no cos you're sweet…more loud…that’s it, more loud than you.” laughed at ’s poor attempt to make her feel better, “Is that a smile?” he taunted. pushed him away, laughing.

“Get lost, ,” she pushed him over. She used too much energy and both fell on the floor, giggling. They suddenly stopped, remembering their position and looked at each other. A small piece of ’s dark hair had fallen out of the ponytail it was loosely held in and was drooping in her face. raised his hand, brushed it behind her ear and sighed. He put his arm around her back and pulled her closer before brushing his lips lightly against hers. She pulled back but leant forward seconds later and kissed him more passionately. Then the door slammed and she bolted back, snaking out from under her.

“That was an accident,” he whispered seconds before ’s sister came into the house, “ , can you leave us for a bit?” he asked his sister who grumbled back a response and ran to her room.

“Did you want it to be an accident?” asked, turning to him. “If you hadn’t just dumped your boyfriend and if he wasn’t my best mate, I'd say no, but you have and he is, so yes. It was an accident.”
“Answer the question. Did you WANT it to be an accident?” hissed. looked at her and gave a little shake of the head. She smiled and kissed him again. “What are we going to tell ?” asked, pulling away again.
“I don’t know. But he won't care now. I think I've really hurt him,” tears welled up in her eyes again. hugged her, “Don’t tell him. Not for a month or so, if we’re still together. Then tell him. That’ll work.”
“Yeah. It might,” kissed her forehead and rose. “Got to go and make tea. Mum’s working overtime and I doubt Jack’s going to cook. I’ll see you soon,” kissed his cheek and showed herself out.

6 Months Later – July

unlocked the door to ’s flat. She threw the keys angrily on the sofa and threw herself down after them. came out of the shower, his blond hair dripping and a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat next to her, “What’s up, honey?” he asked.
“Mum. She’s marrying that idiot! And he doesn’t want me around. She’s chucked me out!” yelled.
“Oh my, God. Where are you going to go?” asked, worriedly.
“I don’t know,” she grimaced, “Bitch.” looked at her.
“You could move in here. I've got the room and I'm really struggling with rent at the moment. You could help me with that. Please,” he pouted. smiled. “How can I say no?” she laughed. grinned and hugged her. She pulled away, “You’re soaking. Get dry and you can help me get my stuff from home. Thanks, Doug,” she smiled. looked a bit hurt and nodded. He got up and went into his room. looked around. She was starting to like him as more than just one of her best mates. She was getting over . Slowly. She could see them being really happy.
‘How on earth can I tell her now? How can I just leave? How can I tell her? She’s barely over . I can't go for the audition. I can't leave her. I'm falling for her,’ thought as he got dried and dressed, ‘Maybe I’ll just do a and tell her I'm going to stay at my aunties. I wonder how ’s band is doing. I hope it’s doing awfully for what he did to . No I don’t. He’s my best mate and technically he didn’t do anything, it was . Oh, forget it .’ He got his shoes on and went into the lounge, “ ? How are we getting your stuff? We can't drive,” asked. “Erm, taxi? ’s dad won't charge us. I’ve already called him and asked,” explained. nodded and took ’s hand, pulling her up. He kissed her forehead and they left.

1 Month Later – August

rose from the bed, softly. was still asleep on the opposite side of the bed. He took a holdall that he’d prepared the night before and put it in the hall. He took an envelope out of the bag and stuck it on the fridge. He closed his eyes, took in his surroundings and picked up his bag. He opened the door and closed it gently behind him. That was it. He’d left. Gone without telling her. He was going to be in a band and…that was it. He got in the taxi outside and didn’t look back.
woke and rolled over to see . He wasn’t there. She got out of bed, “ !” she shouted, knocking on the bathroom door. She tried the handle. No one was in there. She went in the kitchen and saw the small envelope on the fridge, “No,” she whispered. She tore it open.

,
I'm so sorry. I've had to go. I'm in a band. In London. I couldn’t tell you. I'm such a coward. I'm sorry. I know you were angry with and he told you! If you haven’t ripped this up by this point, then remember I do love you, . I’ll always love you.
Yours forever, hun
x

sat down on a chair in the kitchen and cried. She picked up her mobile and punched out ’s number. It went to voicemail, “Hey, it’s . Erm, you know what to do.”
“HOW COULD YOU!” she screamed, “I HATE YOU! YOU'RE WORSE THAN HE IS ! I’LL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU!” and she hung up, sobbing.
knocked on the door to his new home. A dark haired boy answered it, “You haven’t told her,” he said, “How could you just leave her?!”
“Leave it, . I'm not proud,” growled, pushing his way in. his old friend slammed the door.
“Just be glad ’s upstairs or I'd be punching your lights out,” snarled, “We’re not friends. Well, we are, but not best friends. We don’t know each other as far as the others are concerned. You don’t know and neither do I. She’s just an ex to them.”
“Okay. Listen, , I'm sorry,” he felt his phone vibrate and he picked it up, “It’s her.”
“Ignore it,” told him. nodded. Two seconds later, a voicemail message came through. He pressed the phone to his ear and listened. flinched. He could hear it from where he was stood. , their band mate was stood on the stairs, listening.
“Giving your advice on women already, . At least let him get settled,” laughed, “Women, eh!” turned to , “Who is she?”
“Just an ex,” shrugged, “Well, not an ex as such cos she didn’t dump me and I didn’t ditch her so…technically, it’s my girlfriend. I'm going to go and talk to her.” went to go upstairs, “Where’s my room?” directed him and went in. he dialled ’s number, “ , baby, listen…”
“I don’t want to hear it. I hate you. You couldn’t even tell me. You see, you could have kept a long distance relationship, couldn’t you? Don’t deny it, I know you could have. , it’s over and you know it. Go back to your silly little band and I hope you don’t do well. Bye.”
“Bye,” whispered back and he hung up.
He headed downstairs, “Dumped her?” asked. “Nope, she ditched me. Where’s ?” “Gone out to get milk,” said, “What did she say?” “She said I could have kept a long-distance relationship. She said she hated me.” “I'm a user, which is worse?” grinned, “You know it’s great you're in this band. We need a good .” “Thanks,” laughed, “I'm glad we can get on.” “Yeah, we’ll have to anyway,” smiled. He got up and gave a high five. There was a knock at the door. “I’LL GET IT!” they both yelled, rushing to the door. They fought over the door, laughing. In the end it opened by itself. “Grow up,” grumbled, “Come in, ,” a tallish boy with hair, came into the house with two cases. Tom directed him up to his room, “I’ll put the kettle on,” Tom sighed, going into the kitchen.

Three Months Later – November

was sat with her best mates, , and in and ’s flat. Well, ’s flat, “Mum wants me to move down to London,” she sighed, “She’s left Jack and she’s going to live with my Auntie Debs and Uncle Bob in Harrow. She wants me to move to London with my cousin, and his bandmates. I'm going to go.”
“Why, s?” asked.
“Jack hit my mum and hated me. I don’t want him to find me and hurt me. I know it’s selfish but…”
“It’s not. Go, honey, enjoy yourself,” smiled. leant across and hugged her mates.
“Thanks, , . I'm going tomorrow. My stuff is all packed in my room,” sighed, “ ?” her friend looked down, “Oh, come on, ! I've got to go. You can come and visit. I bet my housemates are fit. Okay?”
“Okay. Sorry for being awkward,” smiled.
“Ah, it’s alright. It’s normal,” laughed as pushed her and tickled her. and looked at each other and joined in. There was a knock at the door. Everyone stopped and got up to answer it.
“ , we’ve got to go now. Have you got your stuff ready?” her mum gabbled. “Yeah, I’ll get my mates to give me a hand getting it to the car. Give me five minutes,” said, “Get ready in the car. Open the boot and I might need to use the back seats. I've got a lot of stuff.” Her mum nodded and ran to the car. went back into the flat, “I've gotta go now. Can you help me take my stuff down to the car?” “Yeah, course,” said, rushing into ’s room. Four or five small suitcases and three holdalls were lying on the floor. grabbed two cases, before leaving the flat and did the same. grabbed two holdalls, her handbag and a set of keys and grabbed the remaining case and holdall. They legged it down to ’s mum’s car and put the stuff on the back seat of the large Citroen Picasso. pulled the key to her flat off her key ring and gave it to .
“I shut the door. You’ll need to get in. I've still got the spare,” she said, giving it to . She turned to , and hugged her, “Miss you,” she pulled away and hugged , “Miss you too,” she pulled away again and turned to her best mate. She bent down slightly and hugged tightly, “Love you,” pulled away and smiled. “You'd best get going. Call me,” sighed, “You have got your phone?” opened her handbag and nodded, “See you, .” She got in the car, pulled on her seatbelt, watched shut the boot and sighed as her mum pulled out of the street. waved until her friends were out of sight and sighed heavily again.

A Few Hours Later

’s mum pulled up outside a white house, slightly set back from the road, “Go and knock on the door. and his mates will help you get your stuff,” her mum sighed.
“Okay,” got out of the car, grabbed her bag and went to the front door. She knocked three times. A blond lad of about eighteen answered it. “ ?” he asked, looking at her.
“ , to you,” she grinned.
“Come in. Where are your bags?”
“In the car. They’re the two purple cases in the boot and all the pink stuff in the back. Can you get them for me? I think Mum wants to speak to you,” said. “Okay, go through to the kitchen and tell the lad in there, , to come and help while I go up and get the other two,” instructed. nodded and went into the kitchen.
She sneaked up behind a boy washing up at the sink, “Boo!” she shouted in his ear. He jumped up in the air, “You must be .”
“And you must be Jackson? Welcome,” kissed her hand. “ to you, babe,” she grinned, “Jackson’s my idiot of a step-father’s surname. I didn’t change mine. I'm still a . Anyway, I'd like to get to know you but wants you to help get my stuff out of my Mum’s car with him and the other two. I’ll put the kettle on.”
“We all have tea, by the way,” nodded and left whilst got four mugs of tea and one coffee ready.
Ten minutes later, heard the front door shut, people sighing, footsteps on stairs and shouting through that he was in the lounge. grabbed a dodgy looking tray from the top of the microwave and put all the mugs on there. She walked carefully into the lounge and set it down, “Ta,” said, taking a red stripy cup. He took a large gulp and spat it out, “That’s coffee.”
“Sorry, it’s mine,” said, taking it off him, “Where do you keep your cloths?” “Under the sink,” sighed, looking down, “I'm going to change my pants. Be back in a minute,” and he left. went to the kitchen and returned to the lounge with a dishcloth. She bent down and dabbed at the floor. She felt someone behind her. “Any cup except the red one,” she said, continuing to clean the floor. She turned around. was stood behind her. He smiled.
“Thanks,” he grinned, “The others are coming now.” He sat down on the sofa with a green cup. Someone else came into the room as stood up, “Blue or green. Not red,” Harry said to the lad, “That’s ,” he pointed to the girl facing the opposite way. spun around, her mug in her hand. Her mouth was wide open, “ , this is . , this is , ’s cousin.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiled. put on a fake grin. “Same. Sit down,” she signalled to a chair. Then came in with another lad behind him.
“ , this is . , this is ,” said. looked up at the same time as looked at him. She dropped her mug on the carpet. broke their gaze and dropped to her knees, picking up the unbroken cup. She grabbed the dishcloth and started to clean up the spilt liquid, “I’ll do that, hun,” offered, bending down, “Go and get yourself a new drink,” nodded and went out of the room, “ , go and get the biscuits out of the cupboard,” instructed. nodded and left. “He might not find them. I’ll go too,” rushed. He followed into the kitchen and shut the door.
Danny leant up to a cupboard behind and pulled out a packet of chocolate biscuits, “So, . How’ve ya been?” he asked.
“Fine without you two,” she snarled, turning around to face both boys. “Listen, . It’s best we don’t say we know each other. doesn’t know that and I knew each other before this and we don’t plan on letting him know. Just pretend we’re strangers. We could all make a fresh start. Not dwell on the past. What do you say?” suggested.
“For my cousin, and only for my cousin’s benefit, yes. Okay. But if one thing happens that I don’t like, I don’t know what, but if something happens, I’ll tell him everything,” agreed, “Deal?”
“Deal,” and chorused. The kettle boiled and poured the steaming water into her mug. The two lads went back into the lounge and sat down next to on the sofa. got up and sat in the chair. followed with her drink. The remaining chair was covered in magazines, jackets and plates.
“It’s a good job I'm here,” she sighed, pointing at the mess, “Where am I gonna sit, now?” patted his lap, “I haven’t done that for ages. It was with my last boyfriend,” looked at the floor.
“Come on,” said, smiling. laughed and put her drink down, “I'm not that light you know,” she warned, sitting on his lap. He feigned being weighed down and slapped his leg playfully.
“So what brings you down here, ?” asked, sipping at his drink. “Personal reasons. My idiot of a stepfather is a scary man and…well he abused my mum and she left him and she’s gonna live with Auntie Debs and Uncle Bob. But he didn’t like me and she was scared of him hurting me. I was scared of him hurting me. So here I am, in a house with two gorgeous, lovely lads and two…not so gorgeous, lovely lads.”
“Who’s who?” asked.
“No offence, you and are the not so gorgeous, lovely lads and and little are the gorgeous, lovely lads.”
“Thank you,” grinned, “Always knew I was best looking.” He posed and pouted.
“Lovely!” giggled, “ , can you show me to my room. I've been travelling for hours and didn’t sleep last night.”
“Okay,” said, pushing her off his lap and taking her hand. “Night guys,” waved, she kissed ’s cheek, as he was nearest to her and ruffled his hair. pulled her up the stairs to a fairly large room. All her luggage was in one corner, “Can you give me a hand unpacking all this stuff, ? I need to find my night stuff.” nodded and opened one case whilst started on another.

5 Months On – January

had tried to ignore and . If they spoke to her she tried to be civilised, but it was hard for her. She’d gotten really close to . Not in a budding relationship kind of way, in a friends for life kind of way. was really overprotective, which for was kind of annoying but it was nice too. She’d never had an overprotective parent or brother or sister and it made a change.
The lads tended to go out partying or clubbing until the early hours. Sometimes, would get invited but a lot of the time, she ended up at home, texting and calling her mates. The lads had also been appearing in television programmes and doing interviews for magazines, which meant that they often weren't in.
This particular morning, they’d been out at a party the previous night and were hung over. It was also a year exactly since had left and had dumped him, not that he remembered. was actually really upset because of it. Underneath she wished she’d never dumped him.
and came down clutching their heads. wasn’t far behind them and crawled down ten minutes later. They all clutched their heads. collected the ten rounds of toast that she’d toasted and went to the fridge. She yanked open the door, grabbed the butter noisily and also picked up the Marmite. She slammed the door, pulled the cutlery draw open, found a knife and made sure it clattered as she removed it. She scraped the knife over the slices of toast noisily and threw the dirty knife in the sink. She loudly collected five plates and then threw the toast on them. She took two plates and put them quietly in front of and . Then she took the other two and slammed them in front of and , “They ain’t the only ones with hangovers, ,” sighed, clutching his head. didn’t reply and proceeded to noisily make five mugs of tea.
“ , SHUT IT!” roared. turned, teaspoon in hand.
“Don’t you dare call me that…” she snarled.
“How does he know your full name, ?” asked.
“Why not? I don’t know why you’re so angry with me! You dumped me, remember? If it was the other way around, I could understand it but it’s not. You. Dumped. Me.” “We could have stayed friends,” shouted.
“No we couldn’t. We’d end up snogging every time we saw each other, plus you went out with my best mate, minutes after you dumped me. Did you think that we could be friends after that?!”
“I only went out with him to get back at you!”
“Well you succeeded. Anyway, why can't you shout at him and be constantly angry with him. He didn’t even tell you he’d gone. Just upped and left. When he auditioned, I was so shocked. I made sure he went through. And he told me about you two. I told him to tell you and not to dump you. You were too special to let go. He didn’t listen to me. So go on, have a go at your precious !” yelled. screamed in exasperation and ran upstairs, followed by whilst waited for to calm down to get the full story from him and .
knocked on ’s bedroom door and poked his head around the door. He saw her sat on her bed, hugging a teddy close. He headed over to her side, “So you went out with and ?” he said.
“Yeah. Within minutes of dumping , I was dating . Go on, call me a slut, a slag. I've gone past caring.”
“I wouldn’t. But it wasn’t particularly nice. I know all did when he moved in with was talk about his ex. Didn’t refer to a name. Just my ex,” informed her, “Did you love him or ?”
“I loved them both. as a friend and as a friend, but also as more than a friend. At the time. I don’t love them anymore,” convinced herself. “Are you sure?” said, “You don’t seem very convinced.”
“I'm not. I think I still love . Under all this, I know and he knows, he’s still got a special place in my heart. Is that soppy?”
“Not at all. Not if it’s the truth,” smiled.
“It is. It’s a year today since I dumped him. I wish I hadn’t,” wiped her eyes, “Come on, let’s go downstairs. I'm being silly. And don’t tell anyone how I feel. I’ll get over him,” warned . He nodded but knew he had to convince that he and were soul mates. It was like his duty.