The first thing I think when I get out of the cab, bags hooked over my shoulder, is "It's amazing to be back in Hollyoaks." Even though I will miss my mates and all back in Dublin, it's still great to be back. I decide that my first stop is to go see Mum and Darren, although I would go to a certain blonde, blue-eyed DJ, but...well, let's see shall we?

1. I had an affair with him for about a year

2. I kept playing around with him saying that I loved him and I'd break up with Sarah

and let's not forget # 3. On the happiest day of my life, I told Jake that I wasn't gay and John Paul overheard thinking that I didn't really want this relationship to work and that I didn't really love him and left me to go on my own. So, as you can see, I can't exactly see him right now. But I have changed. I really have. I'm not all that moody anymore, atleast I like to think, I don't lash out at my friends, nor do I try to beat others down. I tried to do this for me and John Paul so he can know that I do want us to work and that I do love him. I head towards the Dog and walk in seeing my mum talking to some random emo kid. She looks up and whispers, "Craig.." I smile at her noticing the worrisum expression on her face that quickly changes into a forced extatic expression.

"Mum," I walk over and give her a hug while she kisses me on the cheek.

"Hope you haven't brought back any tropical deseases with ya," Darren jokes. I chuckled then turn back to Mum saying, "I still can't believe Jack and Max have gone." my voice turning symphathetic, "Wish I'd been here."

"Well we delt with it, haven't we Frankie?" Darren replies in a harsh voice.

"Well we had to anyway." Frankie says giving him a stern look.

"I tried to get back sooner," I plea.

"Yeah, of course, it doesn't matter." Frankie says reasuringly. The emo kid I'd noticed earlier behind Mum turns to Darren and mouths "Who's that?" Darren just shakes his head and emo-man rolls his eyes and starts to walk away, only hesitating a second when Mum says, "Oh, this is Newt. He's erm..not very good with new people." she finishes when he just keeps going. I chuckle and ask, "Hey, why don't I put my bag upstairs, make us a brew?" Mum gets a little fidgety and starts for the door saying "Y-yeah, why don't I...just put the kettle on?" I nod and smile pretending I don't notice their strage behavior but trust me, I do. Darren comes over and pulls on my bag saying "Hey, you only just got back why don't I just take this upstairs-"

"No, I'm fine." I interupt.

"Really just let me-"
"I can do it-"
"Why don't you go find Steph huh? She really needs a brother." And then he takes my bag.

"You know, Darren's right," Mum says coming back from upstairs. What?

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I want to see you." I reply. What is going on with them? Do they really not want me here? I shudder at the thought of my mum still not wanting a gay son. And I'm not even totally gay! Just one boy. One boy that seems to never get off my mind. One boy that I'm literly dying inside to see.

"Yeah but, but," she struggles for an excuse, "I got a dentist appointment and so I'm going out..." Wooow. Lame excuse. No offense to her of course.

"Oh," I say letting my disapointment show, "well if you don't mind-"

"No, no, no." She says quickly. "Go and see Steph!" I look from her to Darren. What could they possibly be hiding? Whatever it is, it's probably bad, but anyways I just shrug it off, nod, and head out the door towards the juice bar. John Paul can wait til after Steph. I'll just ask her what I should do, and then do what she says. She usually know's what's right and what's not right. I walk over towards the bar nearly running into a handsome man with dark hair who was walking very fast. When I'm over, some random girl is there and I ask, "Hi, is Steph here?"

"Not at the moment. Who's askin'?" She replies flirtatiously. I mentally roll my eyes and say, "Her brother."

"Oh,"
"Do you know when she'll be back?" I wonder.

"Well she's at the Holl Sailors(A/N: okay, so I couldn't exactly understand what they were saying at this point so I just said what I thought she said.),but you know Steph. Could be hours." Damn it. She walks away and I turn around disapointed, again, but freeze, because about 8 or more feet away, there's a blonde, blue-eyed man staring at me with disbelief written all over his face. John Paul. John Paul. His name keeps repeating in my head. John Paul. I smirk at him not even knowing the kind of effect it has on him.