It was midnight and he was expecting me to forgive him. Sure Stu let me whip out my cheque book and give you a million pounds because I so fucking forgive you. Let me ask you a question and I want you to answer truthfully: How would you like it, if your best friend and literally your best friend in the entire world just disappeared? Seriously with the snap of a finger disappeared and left you in probably the most severe depression you could ever be in, would you forgive him? And then 13 years later you find him with his face half off and two black eyes, literally black eyes. I grabbed the headband tied my curly blonde hair in a ponytail. I laid myself on the bed and stared at the roof, seating my leg up and the other just lying straight. A tall silhouette stood at the door, out of the corner of my eye I saw the whale pass my window and the silhouette froze. It was Stuart, and right now I feel bad for giving him his fear. It was just a horror story I didn't know it would give him cetaphobia. I got up and stood on the bed staring down at the silhouette. I wasn't standing on the edge of bed.

"I-Is it gone?" He asked, I looked at his silhouette, tilting my head to the side just to creep him out.

"Yes, wutcha doin' here?" I asked in a blank tone. The aura of awkwardness vibrated off of him, and then I felt him gain confidence.

"I wanted to see ya. I haven't seen ya in so long," he said to me. I knelt down and picked up the torch off my bed, walking to the edge of the king sized bed and turned it on while throwing it on the floor so he could get a good look of me. His black eyes widened, I hope he sees a monster standing in my place.

"Ya so beautiful... Where are ya freckles?" He asked probably the dumbest question alive and I bet he's hoping to get an answer out of that. Now I fucking realise he just complimented me, I'm so blinded by anger that I don't even realise the good things.

"Well here's somefink I just want to get off my chest, er... I hate you; I despise you and anybody who asks do I know you? Will get the answer: No I don't. Because I don't, I don't know you anymore. You left me you left me melancholy and you thought it would be nice to get my brothers' Jake and Tim to tell me for you!" At the last sentence I yelled at him. My strong stubborn self turned in to the weak and feeble. I thought the word melancholy would hurt him but it didn't, it just hurt me, because that was our word, melancholy was the code word between us until we figured out what it meant. He stood there, a sad but strong face, he walked over to me, hopped up on the bed and stared down at me.

Melancholy was the code word between us until we figured out what it meant. He stood there, a sad but strong face, he walked over to me, hopped up on the bed and stared down at me.

"I'm still taller than ya." He whispered, placing a hand on my face and wiping away a tear with his thumb. I slapped his hand, his dark face revealing a small smile.

"Right now you want to discuss how you're still taller than me? We played that game when I was eight. Newsflash dick, the world has moved on. I have had six boyfriends and I am currently seeing someone." I spat at him. His face turned from sad/strong to hurt/confused.

"Wot?"

"That's right... That many,"

"Ya are seeing someone?"

"Yep," I made a popping sound on the P.

He backed away, getting off the bed and backing towards the door; he slammed his back into the elevator's doors and slid down to sit on the ground.

"I'm going to take a shower, leave whenever the fuck ya want to." I spat again at him. Stomping to the bathroom doors, opening them then slamming them behind me, tears fell from my eyes, but they were silent as I wouldn't cry for him, even though I did it for so long in the past. I took my clothes off and stepped into the huge shower turning the taps on by a waterproof remote and just crouching into a small ball sitting on the ground. The water was so warm and nice it had paused the thought of him outside for a minute until he stepped into the shower as well. He sat down next to me, getting his clothes wet. I chuckled without actually looking at him and rested my head in my knees again. The song Twice by Little Dragon was on repeat so this would be a peaceful moment.

"Wot song are ya listenin' to?" He asked pushing his blue hair out of the way.

"Twice by Little Dragon," I answered. It was time to play the Ask and Answer game.

"Did ya ever care for me?" I asked him softly turning my head to see his reaction. He had a soft smile, like the kind of smile you have when look upon happy memories.

"So much... I cared so much for you." He answered speaking properly. My eyes widened, he was speaking normally, I didn't want to blow my cover so my eyes softened and I gazed at him.

"...Every day when you would smile at me, my heart would beat a hundred times faster than it already would. I was just as melancholy as you were when I avoided you for a week because you laughed at my blue hair. Your brothers and sisters thought I was sick and demented but... When they stepped in our parents shoes they said to me that our friendship would turn into a relationship and we would be happily married sitting on a porch surrounded by our kids." His tone was so soft and careful I fell in love with it. I did listen to what he said and what he said was crazy and delusional. But I wanted to act like I didn't know him, like I was just using him because I became a bitch from what he did to me.

"Thank you for being honest. Now leave." I said letting my head fall into my knees. He ignored it then grabbed one of the towels off the glass of the shower and left me to my isolation, tears leaking from my eyes.