"Stacey!"

She looked behind her to see the remorseful face of her ex-boyfriend staring at her. She had been avoiding him, for weeks now. Whenever she'd see him she turned and walked the other way. She was mad at him, sad about him, completely heart broken. She never wanted to see him again and yet she hated that he was gone.

"Please Stace," he called out again, "I want to talk to you."

She was weak, she wanted to talk to him too. She missed him.

"What?" she replied, trying to sound stern but finding she only sounded sad.

"Get in the car," he said.

"I.." he trailed off as she opened the door and climbed in.

She locked her eyes with his. Could he miss her as much as she missed him?

He cleared his throat and tried again, "I'm so sorry."

"I heard you went on a date with Louise Taylor," she said shortly. God don't let it be true, she thought to her self, please don't let it be true.

"Yeah I did," he replied.

The words sliced through her already battered heart. "Oh," she replied sadly.

"Stacey," he almost whispered. God he was so close. After weeks of cursing him all she wanted him to do was hold her again like he used to.

"Sam?" she replied just as tentatively.

Then it happened, he leant forwards and captured her mouth with his own. The weight from her heart lifted as she kissed him back just as hard just as wanting.

"Sam," she moaned softly as his mouth left her own to move hungrily down her neck but this seemed to snap him out of it.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, "I shouldn't have done that."

And just like that the sorrow twisted her heart again, as hard and fast as a punch in the stomach. She felt the tears fill her eyes again and bit down on the inside of her cheek, refusing to let them spill.

"I gotta go," she said quickly, opening the car door.

"No Stacey, wait," he said grabbing her wrist.

"What!" she started sobbing, unable to hold her tears back any more. "What do you want now?"

"Nothing," he sighed. "Just go."

oxoxoxoxoxo

He was here. Stacey looked at the figure standing in on her front porch.

"You can go now," Kristy said rolling her eyes at her elder brother who had driven her over to Stacey's. They had a maths test soon and Stacey had offered to help Kristy and Claudia study.

They both ignored her so Kristy just pushed her way past Stacey into the house. "I'm starting without you," Kristy informed her blonde friend before making her way upstairs, no doubt to Stacey's bedroom where Claudia already was.

"How have you been?" Sam asked.

"Fine," Stacey replied. They hadn't spoken since the car. She had began dating again, she thought that maybe she was getting over him.

"That's great," he said ruffling his curls listlessly. Stacey focused in on his mouth as he bit the bottom one nervously.

"Don't worry I'm not going to kiss you," he said when he seen where she was staring.

"Like you could," she huffed but there was still a gentleness in her voice.

His face broke into a wide smile. "Like I'd want to," he teased.

"You're so obvious Thomas," she said.

"Whatever McGill," he replied.

They smiled at each other. It was an old smile that they used to share before they had become so serious, when they had just been...friends.

"I better go," he said. "I'll come get Kristy later."

"I remember when it was Charlie driving her everywhere," Stacey said wistfully.

"Yeah, I'm Charlie 2.0," Sam agreed. "Much better looking though."

"Oh right," Stacey said rolling her eyes.

"See you later Stacey," he said, waving at her before turning around.

"Bye loser," she called out.

She sighed and walked back into her house. It hadn't been as painful as she thought it would be, talking to him again.