We were one of the last people to leave the Lucas's, at around three in the morning. When we arrived home, I quickly changed into my pyjamas and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
"So Jane, what did you and Charlie talk about?" I asked, coming out of our adjoining bathroom into her room.
Jane was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling and already in her pj's. I jumped on her bed, lying down next to her, toothbrush in my mouth.
"Everything and nothing," was her sighed reply.
"I think he likes you," I said in a sing song voice. "Really?" Jane asked. I sat up, and looked at Jane.
"Jane. He talked to you and you alone for the entire night. Of course I think he likes you. Plus, you went off into the bedrooms with him," I jested.
"Only to talk!" Jane laughed as I wiggled my eyebrows. "You'll never guess what happened though," Jane started, sitting up to face me, a pillow in her lap.
"Charlie opened a bedroom door, and we walked in thinking it was empty, only to realise that Louisa and Mitchell Hurst were going for it on the bed." I choked back laughter. "What?" I cried. "How awful for Charlie!"
I could not contain my laughter, and I rolled over on the bed. "Liz!" Jane said. "God, he was so embarrassed. He went a pale red and went "Er… righto then," it was so cute."
"What, Louisa and Mitchell making out on a bed?"
"No!" Jane hit me with the pillow. There was silence for a few minutes, and then Jane spoke up.
"Did you and Will talk nicely?" she asked on a more serious note. I snorted. "I never want to talk to him again. What a rude and arrogant -"
"Lizzie!" Jane cut me off.
"What? It is true. He is arrogant and he is proud. He thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread for goodness sake."
"He's Charlie's best friend though," Jane pointed out. "I do not see how that is even possible. Charlie is way nicer than him," I counteracted.
"Just be nice Lizzie," Jane said, sliding into her bed. I hopped off, taking the hint. "What do you mean? I'm always nice," I said, heading back through the bathroom room. "You know what I mean," Jane called.
"Good night!" I yelled at her in response, and she replied with a wave of her hand. I shut the bathroom door, sighing. I rinsed out my mouth before heading back into my room, and switched off my computer and found a book to read.
I grabbed a blanket off my bed, and went to sit in my window seat. I opened the book at the page I had last read. After a few minutes I sighed, putting the book on my lap and resting my head against the cool glass.
I watched outside as snow started to gently fall, some party goers who were clearly drunk started to catch the flakes on their tongue, only to fall onto the ground in a fit of laughter. I stood up, chucking the blanket back on my bed, the book on the bedside table and turned off my lamp, climbing into bed.
Hopefully sleep would take my mind off a certain someone who I really did not want to think about.