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The Decision
She was sitting in the car waiting for something, someone to make the decision for her. Right for Tom, Left for Billy. Her life was so hectic she normally didn't have much of a choice with things. One way there was an organised, clean, antibacterial, rich life, the right choice. And then there was Billy, scruffy, with homemade scotch eggs, and a twinkle in his eye waiting to see her. Tom was where she should go, he was nice, kind, and maybe he did try too hard but has a good heart. So what he wasn't completely over his ex-wife, how could she talk her ex had been staying in her house. He could provide for her, and pamper her and he got on well with her kids. But Billy had also got on well with her kids, too much really, he was Alfie's best mate and the girls obviously loved him. However most importantly Tom was her age, no one would look down on her for taking Tom I mean he is a single mum's catch. Billy is too young for her, she isn't wild and reckless, even Fran knows she isn't. Could she really be a woman with a toy boy, she doesn't think she's that type of woman. He's her son's best friend, it's just wrong. How can she even entertain the possibility of being with her son's best friend? Unfortunately, because his name was Billy not just any best friend. I mean think how Alfie was after one kiss.
Her head said Tom but when did she listen to her head, I mean she was always a heart person. Who wanted the perfect model life, when she could have here own perfect life. Her life wasn't a model one anyway, so why start now? Billy was her perfect imperfect person. Maybe Tom was her right choice but she wanted the left one. She was going with her heart. She always belonged to her heart.
