Maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet and see me waiting for you
Man who can't be moved – The Script
Effy sat down on the cold, hard concrete. Pulling a packet of cigarettes from her leather jacket she looked across the water while exhaling clouds of smoke. The water looked a murky shade of grey today and gave the impression that if you fell in it would pull you under and hold you down until you drown. She couldn't help but liken this image to the feeling she got from to looking into the deep brown eyes of Katie Fitch; those damned eyes with their ability to capture her and pull her under. This didn't help much since she was trying not to think about Katie.
But she couldn't help it; the brunette twin was never far from her thoughts, even now. It seemed silly but sitting there she couldn't even remember how the fight had started. Probably the same way they always started; one of them saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and the other blowing it out of proportion. Katie would move Effy's stuff while tidying then Effy would have to search for hours to re-locate it. Effy would leave the bathroom a mess after using it and Katie would flip out. It was a twisted little dance they did sometimes. It would start over something small and then it would escalate to epic proportion. Past transgressions would be dredged up from the depths of their memories and fired as weapons in the battle over who was wrong and who was right. Fault and blame were thrown back and forth until eventually the goal was no longer to win the argument but to inflict as much pain on the other person as possible during the argument. In the end one of them would storm out. Effy was surprised they hadn't had a complaint from the neighbours or a visit from the police yet considering all the shouting and door slamming.
She had been the one to storm out this time, expressing her desire to never set eyes on Katie ever again before she left. She didn't mean it though. She had left the flat and walked around aimlessly for a while. Eventually when she had calmed down she realised she had ended up down by the river. It was funny how they always seemed to end up there; in the place they had come to know as 'their spot'.
It was the place where they had really seen each other after all the Gobbler's End and Freddie drama was behind them. The place where Katie had opened up to Effy and Effy had listened intently, offering her a shoulder to cry on. It was the place Effy had let Katie slip through all her defences. They had shared their first kiss right on the spot Effy was sitting on; it had been a soft, tender kiss filled with feelings neither of them could fully comprehend at the time. It was where they ended up after Cook's trial, talking for hours until Katie complained her bum was frozen and insisted they go home. And every time they had an argument and one of them stormed out they always found their way back to this exact spot. It was where they had made up countless times.
Because at the end of the day the fights were never really about anything. They were just the consequence of two passionate and temperamental people spending a lot of time together. They needed to shout to relieve the tension, to scream at each other to rid themselves of all pent up frustrations so they could get back to being blissfully in love again. The way Effy looked at it a relationship without that kind of passion would be absolutely boring and dull. She needed the fire and she knew Katie did too. It didn't mean they didn't love each other or that they were doomed to fall apart; it just meant they disagreed on enough things to keep life interesting. At the end of the day what did it matter if they fought occasionally? After all, Effy thought as she spotted the familiar outline of Katie's small body approaching, make-up sex was the best.