Only a quicky for now, but I can't keep my eyes open any longer and I really wanted to get this out of the way before the good bit. Please please pleaseeeee review if you're still reading this, I feel like I'm writing for a brick wall. Thanks again to everyone who is still following, means a lot.

I lay awake, alone, thinking.

I'd only just gone to bed but the sun was coming back up again, I didn't even remember sleeping.

The morning meant four things.

It had been two days since Geroge showed up.

Two days since I had kissed Sian and made it clear how I felt.

Two days since Rosie decided to leave.

Two days since I lost everything.

Once I'd come back round, Rosie couldn't even look at me, she hated that I wouldn't tell her what was going on so she packed her bags and and drove back to Weatherfield.

She was either going to go back to Jason and grovel like there was no tomorrow, or go back to mum's and make her feel sorry for her.

As much as it made me angry to think of Rosie at the moment, I wanted her back.

The atmosphere in the house was different now, it was awkward.

Me and Sian were so far apart, we'd never fallen out for this long. Even when were teenagers our arguments lasted minutes, hours but never longer than a day.

And what's more we didn't have Rosie acting as a catalyst between us anymore.

I hadn't even attempted to speak to Sian about what had happened, sometimes things were better left unsaid.

We were just best friends, that was good enough for me; it had to be I didn't exactly have a choice.

"Morning." I said as Sian entered the kitchen, towel wrapped around her head and I could smell her coconut shampoo as she walked past. The smell was nearly enough for me to grab her and do unthinkable things with her body.

But I wouldn't do that to her, I'm too scared to touch her anymore.

She nodded her acknowledgement.

This wasn't a friendship, friends talk. Pushing my luck would only push Sian further away.

"There's tea in the pot." I muttered as I stood up to leave, she just needed time.

Still no response, but I didn't wait for one.

It's been three days.

Still nothing.

Four days, five days.

Still nothing.

It's been six days.

I am beginning to lose hope of me and Sian ever going back to normal.

I was in the shower when it happened.

My head was tilted back so the water would drip down my face. I had no more tears to cry but I could still feel the lump in my throat that had been there for six days.

There was a knocking on the bathroom door.

My head turned to the side, in one sharp, quick movement, I stared at the door for a few seconds thinking I'd imagined the noise.

The sound had shocked me so much that I lost my balance and nearly slipped over in the shower.

My hands reached out for the nearest steady surface.

"Woah!" I said.

But I must have shouted because the noise rang in my ears after I said it.

"Hey are you okay in there?" A muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

"Yeah I'm fine." Was all my quiet voice could manage to force between my tightly held lips.

There was a beat of silence before Sian spoke again. It was a beat of silence that I wish could have lasted far longer than it had.

"Okay well all I was going to say was, could you please hurry up I need to get in the shower?"

I didn't even respond. I just turned the water off. All of a sudden I felt my safety net fall, the water was the only thing ready to catch me if, when I fell.

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With the towel wrapped tightly around my torso I felt slightly more confident, so I made my way to the door.

I walked straight past Sian making it clear I was not talking to her like this.

Sian sighed behind me, the noise itself made my heart crack.

"Soph, don't be like this."

"Be like what Sian? You haven't spoken to me in days." I replied, I didn't want an argument but I couldn't see any other way around it.

Her expression said more than any words ever could. Her eyes looked soulless as if there was nothing left.

My heart went out to her, I was making the situation way harder than it needed to be, but I'm far too proud to apologise.

"I just needed time Sophie, I don't want us to fall out." Her voice broke on the word 'us' and her tears began to slide down her cheeks.

My mind desperately searched for the right thing to say, but I just couldn't find it.

I stared at Sian blankly willing her to say something for me.

"I love you Sophie Webster, but I'm straight, and you are too. You're my best friend and we promised to each other that we'd never fall out, so come here." She said outstretching both of her arms.

Her body looked so inviting that I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her and, indirectly, forgiving her.

I needed to have her in my life, I don't care what she was as long as she was mine.

Sian went off to enjoy her shower and once I got ready I went downstairs and put my iPod on through the surround sound speakers.

The music was so loud that I could feel the walls vibrating, I turned it down before anyone could complain.

I heard Sian's delicate footsteps coming down the stairs, I threw myself into my magazine trying to pretend I was busy.

"Me and you are going out tonight Sophie, Ches and Katie are coming up they're going to stay in the spare room, alright?" Sian asked but I could tell from the grin on her face that she already knew the answer.

"You had me at going out." I laughed.

Before I knew it I had jumped up from where I was sat and started dancing around in circles of pure delight. Sian grabbed hold of my wrists and began to do the same.

"What time?" I squealed trying to bite back my excitement.

"Eight 'o'clock sharpish, be there or be square."

I chanced a look at her eyes, she held my eye contact.

Sian slowly bit down on her lip as if trying to suppress an urge.

I let my eyes dance over her lips.

The empty pit of longing burned in my stomach as I saw the way the light danced over her lip gloss.

It was that moment I knew what I was going to do.

I was going to make Sian fall in love with me.

But not now, for now I just wanted a night out again with all my friends.

The gang back together again - so cheesy I know - but as far as friendship goes we were tighter than mother superior if you know what I mean.

Chesney and Katie.

Sian.

Alcohol.

I couldn't wait to see what the night entailed for us all.