Based on the script sneak peek for the 10th of June between Lauren, Lucy, Joey and Poppy, just my idea of where I want it to go :) Two shot so enjoy xx

Life Diaries

So after my recent life events where I had found in a police cell after well firstly, punching Lucy in the face, and then smashing the main window of the café. To say my life reached rock bottom was an understatement. I was drinking every day, I couldn't remember a 24 hour period where I hadn't had a drink in my system, I was constantly slurry, couldn't walk straight and would start the cycle all over again.

Although I was fuming that Lucy reported me to the police, bitch. I was kind of grateful, because the time I spent alone sobering up inside the cell without any contact to anyone it gave me a chance to think about where my life was heading. This wasn't who I wanted to be, I always wanted to make something of myself, not finding myself locked up for being drunk and disorderly. My mind was in constant agony as it traced over the past month or two, how my life spiralled out of control, how my dad was now living with his wife who wasn't my mum and who was now carrying his child, how Joey had broken my heart once more, how my former best friend schemed behind my back just to get Joey back. Each small thing leading me to where I was.

I was fed up with being the lost cause, the trouble maker, the drunk and the family failure. It was time for a change, I was no longer going to find myself on the wrong side of the law, I was no longer going to be drunk, throwing up at every second, I was going to get back on track and stay there.

After spending a few weeks at home, no contact with anyone except from my mum and dad, I found myself healing ever so slowly. The craving to neck a bottle of wine still rung in my mind, but it wasn't so harsh anymore, it was bearable.

Apparently Joey had tried to see me at the police station but I wasn't allowed any visitors, lucky me. Mum had also told me, he was asking for me every day when he saw her, I just couldn't grasp why he was so interested. The previous week he had rejected me in the square, so why was he so worried about me now.

Anyways, finally my life began piecing itself together. I had been given a caution for my actions by the police and I had to pay Ian the money for a new window. I had also been in contact with my college and caught up on the work I had missed, resulting in getting A's for my assignments. The new one I was set was much more to my taste. I had been given a camera and was set to make a short film about my life. My tutor had told me to include my friends and family, my surroundings and myself.

Well firstly I didn't have any friends, I had lost them all, well except Fatboy who was a constant source of support for me. As for family, that would be a little easier. I wasn't overly excited about filming myself, the worry that I would break down in front of the camera nagged at me. Then I would have to show it to my tutor and they would finally release how fucked up I really was.

Finally for the first time in weeks I stepped outside the walls of number 5, suddenly feeling exposed, but mostly judged. The square had watched my downfall in HD for Christ sake, some had even witnessed me throwing the bin through the window of the café, I must have looked a raving nut job.

On another note, me and Lucy were on talking terms after mum made us sit down and talk it out. We weren't friends by any stretch but we were civil enough and that would do for now. She hadn't forgiven me for punching her and I hadn't forgiven her for breaking me and Joey up. We knew where we stood.

As I walked aimlessly across the square with the camera on, I began filming the area, from my dad's car lot to The Vic, across the gardens everything I saw. As I walked down the market I kept the camera on catching the looks I got from the locals, though they would soon have something else to gossip about soon.

"Lauren" Poppy's face appeared before the camera, her warm smile easing my tense figure.

"Hey Pops" I smiled, keeping the camera on record, I could edit bits when I was done.

"How are you doing?" she asked a little hesitantly, playing with the ends of her hair.

"I'm better than I was, don't worry about me I'm fine" I plastered on a fake smile trying to ease her, I didn't want to talk about my messed up life. I glanced over to the café seeing Lucy walk out, followed by Joey, I couldn't help but groan a little. Focusing my attention back to Poppy she thankfully continued the conversation.

"So what's with the camera?" she asked, noticing I was still recording.

"Media project, doing a film" I replied, Joey and Lucy both now stopping next to Poppy. His eyes were watching me closely, though I wouldn't look at him properly.

"So what's this film about then?" continuing as if they weren't there.

"My life" I stated

"It's going to be short I take it?" Lucy interjected smirking a little at me, did she forget I punched her or something, I wasn't afraid to do it again.

"Play nicely girls!" Joey commented, at least he was saying something, better than nothing like he had done weeks ago when Lucy would make snide comments.

"Well this was unpleasant, better get moving, things to film" I smiled removing myself from this rather awkward situation I was in.

I made my way to the playground. So much had occurred here, this was a pin point of my life in so many ways. I filmed it slowly, I couldn't resist zooming in on the bench where Joey first told me he loved me, I would defiantly edit something into that part.

As I set the camera down on the bench, I rested my chin in my heads pressing record.

"Here, in this park is where he told me he loved me, the very first time. I remember as if it was yesterday, I guess I was it was back at that time, maybe I could of stopped everything from going too far, finding myself here alone" I paused the camera, taking a deep breath trying to steady myself.

Resting my head in my hands I felt the presence of someone else, as they plonked down opposite me on the bench.

"Mind if I borrow this?" he asked, of course I should of known he had followed me. After harassing my mum for the past weeks he had finally seen me out, yet I gave him nothing.

"What for?" I asked my head still in my hands.

"It's about your life isn't it? I'm part of that" his voice a little uneasy scared of pushing me.

I simply shrugged my shoulders, looking up at him finally, his eyes once more watching me intently.

"Well I'll return it to you later" he smiled, picking up the camera he moved away, glancing over at me once more. I didn't understand why he needed it? What could he possibly film or say on it?

I guess it was a matter of waiting.