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I clutched onto my pen tighter not hard enough to break it; I had already broken five in the last hour but placed enough pressure on it for the brand to be etched into my skin. Things are becoming ridiculous now, Barry has been playing the same song on repeat at full blast since 11 o'clock THIS MORNING. It was now 17:00 and Barry had still not made any attempt to turn it down

Slamming my textbook closed, I glared at the wall separating my apartment from Barry's but judging by the volume he's decided to play his music at we might as well just knock the wall down and have one large apartment because the noise level is horrible. To the point where for a moment I convinced myself that party boys had moved back in. Why of all days he has decided to play his music so loud I don't know, doesn't he know I'm trying to study in here.

Just yesterday I told him I was spending the day studying for winter finals and this is the crap he's pulling, it's like he wants me to fail my finals. I could understand it but it's the same damn song over and over again. It's last about a minutes and thirty seconds then it starts all over again. I allowed myself to sigh in relief as he finally stopped the song after three hours of the same stupid thing, to the point I have found myself humming along to it which doesn't help my concentration. Finally! Silence at last but just as I had come to accept the possibility of being home free" The song had stopped playing but Barry decided that playing something equally as annoying was the best way to fill the silence I shut my eyes in frustration ".

That was IT. that was the FINAL straw reaching breaking point, I dropped my now half way bent pen on top of my textbook, pushed away from the table heading next door to tell him to turn it down. He told me yesterday he was studying today but listening to the noise coming from his apartment he's doing anything but studying – more like an illegal rave.

Banging my fist against his door as hard as I possibly could, I stood and waited for him to answer the door, only to realise he probably can't hear me over the music, deciding to take matters into my own hands, I tried the handle only to find the door is set on the catch allowing me access to his apartment. Stepping inside I didn't care if he didn't want me here – he's let himself into my apartment enough times over the past months that I might as well just install a revolving door for him.

"BARRY!" I shouted over the music wondering where he is, stepping into the living room – only to find it empty I continued my search of his apartment, checking every room until I came to his bedroom. Doing the polite thing, I knocked on the door as hard as I could before entering.

My eyes scanned the room for Barry knowing he has to be in here somewhere or else he's not home, he's left his door open and his music on – if he isn't here then I am going to kill him. My eyes finally landed on the person in question, bring my hands up to my mouth I tried contain the laughter dying to leave my mouth.

Out of the million things he could have been doing, I had to walk in on him dressed in only a pair of black boxers dancing in front of the mirror. In situations like this I would leave but I can't move, it's almost as if my feet are glued to the spot just like my eyes are stuck on Barry as he goes full air guitar to the point anyone would think he was currently stood in front of eighteen thousand people at Madison square garden's.

My hand remained over my mouth as I shifted my position to lean against the doorframe unable to stop watching him as he rocked along to Mr Brightside singing the lyrics at the top of his lungs – it really is a sight to beholder. It only makes me wish I had brought my phone with me to video it. Actually I did fumbling with the device that was in my pocket I pulled up the video recorder and held the device out making no attempt to hide the fact I was recording him. This could make for some really good black mail

"Caitlin" I heard my name spoken in shock horror as the music finally died, I quickly hid my phone before he could see it. I don't know if I'm relieved the music has stopped or disappointed my show has finished.

"I like that song" I laughed unable to hold it in any longer. I wasn't lying I did like the song and I have found myself dancing around my apartment to it at times but unlike Barry I make sure the door is locked.

"Me too" he looked down embarrassed to have been caught.

"I couldn't tell" I responded sarcastically. "Very nice air guitar but this isn't risky business"

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"I came to tell you to turn the music down, you know I'm trying to study and I've had it since six this morning."

"Sorry I listen to loud music when I study – it helps me concentrate"

"Well it's distracting for me – next time wear headphones" I told him sighing wondering how anyone could concentrate with that song playing over and over and over again.

"Noted"

"Good because if I have to listen to antimony, arsenic, aluminium, selenium, and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium, And nickel, neodymium, neptunium then I'm going to lose my germanium, with you" I sang at him, the stupid element song now stuck in my head, I don't know who this Tom Lehrer guy thinks he is coming up with yet another way for Barry to drive me to insanity with this chalkboard screeching song, that Barry just has to play on repeat for hours. "Are you going to put pants on or not?" I asked still hyper aware that he is stood before me in only the tightest black boxers known to man.

"Just exactly how long have you been there?" he asked running his hand over his face, realisation he is only in his underwear hitting him.

"Long enough, now come on Tom get dressed – we're taking a break from studying, let's go bowling or something new" I turned to leave the room laughing to myself.

"Tom Cruise doesn't have the moves I do"

"You're right – his are better. Now get dressed" I called over my shoulder knowing the least Barry can do is entertain me for a couple hours and take my mind off the textbooks but the image of him dancing in his pants will stay with me until the day I die, whenever I need a laugh I will be pulling that one out of the memory bank.

Sitting down on the sofa, I waited for Barry to throw some clothes on so we can leave, I'm sick of sitting at the same desk, looking at the same walls and that damn textbooks – I need distracting from it. Looking around the room from the flat screen on the wall and the clothes scattered across the back of most of armchair and little bits of stuff littering the surfaces – for a guy he is somewhat tidy, nothing compared to my level of clean but he's a guy and his mommy isn't here to clean for him. I have been in here many times and seen it in worse state than it is now so the little bits here and there don't bother me as much as it normal would because I'm getting used to it with him.

"Barry you're putting clothes on – why is it taking so long?" I asked wondering how long it takes to put pants and a t-shirt on and grab a coat.

"I need to look good if I'm leaving the apartment" I heard him call back and I can just imagine him stood in front of the full length mirror checking himself out, while moving all the small stray hairs into place.

"Barry we're going bowling, it's not a fashion show – so get your ass out here and let's go"

"How do you know I don't have plans?" his head popped around the door to look at me.

"Something tells me if I wasn't here then you and your mirror would still be busy – now get a move on, we haven't got all day" I picked up one of the old battered converse he likes so much up off the floor and threw it at his head, unluckily it missed but I was never aiming in the first place

"Alright I'm coming, stop attacking me with my own stuff"

"When you stop dragging your butt, I'll stop attacking you with your stuff" I shoot him a cheesy toothy smile.

"Can I have my other shoe?"

"With pleasure, I grabbed the other shoe off the floor and threw it at him smiling when it hit him with a thud in the stomach.

"I did mean pass it me – not throw it at me"

"You got your shoes, now stuff your man feet your into them and let's go" I rolled my eyes at him, he can be so immature at times God knows how his mother put up with this kid during puberty.

I'll drive – I know the perfect place" Barry announced once he had managed to squeeze his clown feet into this shoes. "Urmmm –"

"What's the problem now?" I asked turning around to look at him, just when I think we're making progress and actually getting somewhere he finds a way to set us back again.

"I don't know where I left my keys" he scratched his head, looking around the living room, no doubt hoping they will come to him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to buy a hook to keep them on – that way you always know where they are" I sighed throwing my arms up into the air. He is always forgetting where he leaves his keys so for the past two months I have been telling him to buy a bowl and keep it by the door so he always knows where they are – one thing is for sure, I know what I'm getting him for Christmas, a hook and a big keychain, maybe even a bloody Bluetooth sticker then again he keeps losing his phone too so he can't ever lose them again. Finally spotting them on the kitchen counter I swiped them up. "Make sure they don't jump out and bite you" I told him sarcastically tossing them to him – surprised when he actually caught them, "Can we please go now?"

"Lead the way my fair lady" he motioned dramatically towards the door. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at him, I left his apartment and went back into mine to grab my keys and wallet before meeting him again in the hallway.

"Why does this elevator take so long to arrive?"

"Because we live on the twelfth floor but I might take the stairs – last time I got into an elevator with you I almost died"

"The elevator stopped working and ALMOST. You didn't die, you're so dramatic at time"

"I'm dramatic – what was the lead the way my fair lady and the over the top bow?"

"It's here, get in or do you need to be carried?"

"You're an idiot" I stepped into the elevator pressing the button for the ground floor wondering at this point why I ever let him into my life – my life was a lot simpler when he was just the boy next door and not my friends before I could just ignore him where as now I have to put up with him.

Reaching the lobby, I followed Barry out of the building to the parking lot, climbing into the passenger seat of his black Mustang, a little part of me did have a little car envy when I first saw his car but I quickly got over it when I looked at my Audi convertible parked in my allocated spot beside his. Strapping myself into the seat, Barry pulled out of the spot and I already feared for my life and we're still in the parking lot.

"This isn't fast and furious you know – can't you drive like a normal person?" I asked wishing I had offered to drive, if I had we had a better chance of us both arriving alive and in one piece.

"I am driving like a normal person, what is wrong with my driving?" he turned to look at me as we left the parking lot and headed out on our way to where ever he was taking us, I know I suggested bowling but Barry could have other things in mind.

"Do you even own a licence?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me because whoever passed him when he took his test needs firing.

"I do have a licence" he turned to look at me again with a smile, showing off his pearly whites.

"Eyes on the road Allen" I pointed forwards wondering if he drives like this all the time or if he's doing this because I'm with him.

"Is it fake – Oh my god that's why you was talking to that guy at the end of the street, does he do your fakes?"

"It's real and that guy is in my Chem class, he missed a couple of classes and wanted to know if he could borrow my notes. I told him I'd print him a copy"

"Likely story" I eyed him suspiciously as I turned the radio over not wanting to listen to his trash music.

"Hey don't touch my tunes" he batted my hand away and switched the station back to whatever hell bent station he had it programmed too.

"If I'm going to die, I want to listen to someone good while doing so. Seriously what the hell do you listen too?" I questioned flicking it back to another station.

"My car, I pick the music – when we're in your car then you can pick whatever we listen to" he turned it back again.

"Judging by the mess in here I don't think I want you in my car – serious do you ever clear this thing out?" I looked at the empty chip wrapped, candy bar wrappers and empty plastic bottles that lay in his compartment wondering when the last time he did clear this out. "And take it easy on the breaks – are you trying to destroy this find piece of machinery?"

"Is there anything else you would like to complain about – I mean my choice of music, the way I drive, and the trash in my car?"

"Well now you come to mention it" I tapped my chin with my index finger trying to find something else to pull him up on. It's not every day I get the chance to do this, he probably just feels guilty about playing his music so loud.

"It was a rhetorical question" he turned to glance at me again.

"This music sucks is it from the mikaelson era or something?" I turned it over again, only to earn a warning look from Barry. "Hey I had to listen to your damn element song since six this morning I think you can give me this one"

"Fine you win – as long as you stop complaining about my driving"

"I can't promise anything – seriously Barry, take it easy on the clutch"

If we don't arrive at our destination in a ball of fire or dead then I will be surprised, why anyone allowed him to own a car such as this with his driving "skills "needs a good talking to – he's murdering it and doesn't even know.

I give in two months before he needs new brake pads and maybe three months before a new clutch. I sat in silence for the remainder of the journey calling him out in my head knowing if I said it out loud then he will make me listen to music from centuries ago and I can't deal with that – just when I think he finally bought himself a good music sense – he ruins it.

"Barry" I yelled for the umpteenth time, practically dragging him away from some car display that was on show outside the entertainment area earning myself some rather concerned glances from both passers-by's and staff.

"Oh come on lil missy" tried the manager, placing his hand on my back and guiding me to another display so Barry can have some space "Allow your husband to look at these state of the art pieces of miracle machinery and judging by that watch on your hand I reckon you can afford it" he pried with a tooth dazzling fake smile and hand that was sliding a bit too low for my comfort.

" so you noticed my watch but Did you notice a ring on my finger – that isn't my husband and nor will he ever be" I called out the sales guy who thinks he's going to be earning some commission from us, like hell he is, who the hell does he think he is making assumptions that I can afford a car due to the watch on my wrist that was my last birthday present from my parents? His eyes widened at the revelation. "Come on Barry please. We're on the clock. I promise I will drive you over here myself any other day just so you can spend the whole day looking at cars" I begged

Linking our arms together – That seemed to do the trick, feeling really chuffed about my victory I allowed myself to pulled in the direction of the entertainment area, by the overgrown child who had now decided he wanted a chocolate ball and who was I to resist those irresistible emerald orbs. "Fine, I'll have one too" I shrugged.

"What about your diet?" He chuckled.

"Are you kidding me? I've been listening to you and that stupid song all morning. I'm pretty sure I've lost about 10kgs from banging my head on the wall"

Still uncertain as to what we wanted to do here Barry suggested that we walk around the area studying the length of the lines so that we could make a decision we didn't get very far when I stopped abruptly in front of a bowling alley "Please. Please please"

"Really? Bowling? That's what you dragged me over here for?"

"Oh come on Barry. Try something new" I took his hand and dragged him over to the counter.

"New? Caitlin, you are talking to the king of bowling." I shot him an amused almost challenging look

"Hmmm – Is that so? Are you sure that's not just a title from Grandma ALLEN?"

"No – Well yeah – Shut up ... My grandma doesn't bowl ... She gets stoned " he deadpanned with a look so serious I had to clutch my tummy when we both doubled over in tears

"So are you sure you don't want to go see that chick flick you've been trying to get me to watch with you" he asked paying for both of us before I could even find my card

"Yes I'm positive but I must warn you I'm terrible at this. Come along now, child" I rolled my eyes placing both pairs of bowling shoes in his hands and strutted my way over to the lane.

"That's would be King to you, Elsa"


"STRIKE! And once again I am the KING of bowling" Barry announced – rather loudly might I add while doing a little moon walk spin on one leg

"Show off "I spoke under my breath.

"What was that, Elsa?"

"Nothing – now move you're blocking the lane" I shoved him out of the way so I could choose one of the metallic bowling balls.

"Hmmm so can I ask you something?"

"Depends, are you going to keep annoying me until I say you can?" I grabbed the ball and stepped forward prepared to show him up

"Yeah probably, you don't have to say yes, I'll completely understand..." He began to rambled on

"Barry" I tried

"I mean you are very pretty and you probably wouldn't even want to ..."

"Barry!" I tried once again to get his attention.

"Come to think of it, you probably already have plans"

"BARRY!" I shouted causing a little unwanted attention from the people around us.

"Sorry – hmm it's a long shot but I would like to ask you anyway"

I sighed deeply absolutely dreading the question. He couldn't possibly be ... No. He wouldn't – ok calm down Caitlin. Just bowl that always used to work anyway

"I'm just going to come out and say it"
"OH MY GOD. Are you gay?"

"I'm not gay"

"I knew it – I mean it explains the hair and the moisturizer. I know it's hard for you to come out and openly admit you're gay but I want you to know that I feel honoured you feel you can trust me enough to confide in me" I began to ramble with myself also wondering how I got it so wrong – how can I be drawn to a gay man, life really isn't fair. Why are all the hot ones gay?

"Cait" Barry grabbed me by the shoulders forcing me to look at him. I froze hearing him say my name – the only other people whoever called me that were my parents so I haven't heard it from anyone's lips for the past six years "I'm not gay" he looked me dead in the eyes as he spoke the words – apart of me did feel a little relief rush over me to know that.

"Oh I just thought – what did you want to tell me – You know what never Mind"
Sighing in relief I proceeded to bowl

"Caitlin. Will you be my date?" And suddenly it was like I had pulled a molly moon and the world itself had FROZEN is that even possible? I know I can do substances but time itself? The ball dropped from my hold, rolling sideward of the lane and straight into the gutter.

Barry craned his head. Trying to figure out what had just happened "WOW, You weren't kidding. You REALLY are bad at this" frozen on the spot, the noise around me faded into a distant buzz. This was not happening either we were both high or Barry just asked me out.

"Hmm sorry I think it's too loud in here. I could have sworn you just asked me to be your date"

"Correct – I asked you to accompany me to the annual masquerade ball. It'll just be as friends, I know you're not interested in anything more"

Not trusting myself to form a coherent sentence I left it hanging in the air with a simple "I'll think about it."

I don't think what I said would have mattered anyway. Either way I was not having the best luck at bowling grabbing the wrong ball on purpose to keep the smile on Barry's face and sometimes just straight up messing up because all I could focus on was that question but not the one he asked. Why do I feel so disappointed that he wanted to go as friends? Fair enough I have a connection to him but friends could be drawn to each other too, right?

Half an hour had passed with the question still hanging in the air, bowling look like a really bad idea now, every ball I have bowled either ended up in the gutter or knocking one pin over. Out of nowhere two girls had decided to occupy the lane beside us instead of one of the many dozens scattered around the building.

Barry shook his head rapidly "Woah, woah WOAH! That is NOT what the art of bowling looks like" he exclaimed appalled that the girl in the next lane would even dare to pick up a bowling ball like that "That is NOT how is done. Look here" he said snatching the bowling ball straight out of my grasp and walking over to where this 'lady of the night working overtime during the day' was standing tall in a so called 'dress' I'm pretty sure I own that blouse. "Here like this" he said demonstrating to her how to position her fingers in to the bowling ball.

"You make it look so easy because of your long fingers " I rolled my eyes so hard and crossed my hands over my chest with a huff, placing all my weight on one leg yeah I would know all about those long fingers of his after all they had already worked their magic on me, I can still feel them running through my hair from the numerous times he has lay on my sofa and ran his fingers through my golden lock.

"No not like that! Yeah that's better and now you... Woah!" The girl had flung her bowling ball across three lanes. Ok I know that is not how you play bowling. I would know. I am a pro after all.

"Oh!" The fake blonde said innocently" I guess I forgot how to swing too. I haven't really played in ages. Would you mind showing me?" Barry actually cracked a smile at this plastic.

"Yeah sure just swing your arm back like this and release" but the blonde was not going to accept such an innocent form of help

"Actually can you come over here and show me" she batted her eyelashes at him .who even batts their eyelashes these days? Who does she think she is? Minnie Mouse? Barry being the clueless idiot he is wrapped his arms around her frame guiding her arm to swing the ball in the general direction of the pins knocking down two of them.

Having seen enough I decided to bring back some of the old Caitlin snow, the one that did not get walked all over and took charge of whatever the situation. Most importantly "Cait" never lost, AT ANYTHING!

Cantering over to the rack I picked up a royal blue ball – time I got back into my element, heavier than the one Barry had stolen from me – it has been in my experience that a slightly heavier ball works to one's advantage. Swinging the ball in a clear straight graceful motion I knocked down all ten pins and without skipping beat repeated the action two more times before plopping down on the seat cross legged and examining my manicure.

Barry just gawked at me from where he was still standing with his arms wrapped around the blonde he had stopped midway while trying to help her get a spare.

"Woah!" He uttered "Hey Elsa! WHERE did THAT come from?" He asked still quite bewildered by what he had just witnessed.

"That, Mr Elements was the national junior bowling ball champion three years running , coming out of her very long retirement. Your move, Allen " I shot back smirking at him

After 6 more rounds and an extra game – because Barry felt he could still defend his 'bowling King title' I was feeling much more relaxed than when we had first started but my happiness was short lived when Barry's cheerleader decided to approach him for more help insisting that I would be fine seeing that I knew how to play and her friend was despite knowing how to play was not skilled and patient enough to teach her how to bowl and so we ended up switching partners for the night I ended up playing with her equally as frustrating counterpart, a red head with a serious attitude problem and the stupidity level to match who I creamed by the way while I had to watch Barry intimately play my favourite game with the blonde in his arms for a full eight rounds.

By the time the game was over I had past the point of furious between the red head's constant moaning , the blondes glass breaking high pitched voice and having to watch Barry interact with somebody else I was about to lose it.

"Hey Cait , that was so much of fun and I think Amelie is really getting the hang of this " he said while still looking at the blonde who was putting on a show of bending down to pick up a ball In her way too short mini skirt"

I barely paid him any attention with my response, walking over to retrieve another ball "Hmm" although Barry being Barry was completely oblivious, he turned up to look at my screen where the scores were on full display "Woah bowling queen ! Who would have thought?" He playfully nudged me.

"Hmm" I murmured still examining my nails.

"So what do you say after we finish up here you come help me pick out a tuxedo for the ball " Barry looked hopeful I almost said yes if it were not for the high pitched squeaking in my ear reminding me of why I was upset in the first place I would have melted under his gaze and agreed in a heartbeat.

Still not giving him time of day, I bowled my final ball getting yet another perfect strike "Actually I think I would rather go home"

"Oh come on! Please, it will be fun, I promise"

I tilted my head to the side pretending to mentally weigh out my options "Nope, still want to go home. You enjoy your shopping I'll see you around Barry" and with that I pushed past him sauntering over to the bench to gather my stuff.

"Ok. At least let me drive you home"

I sighed in annoyance. Can't this boy take a hint? "I'm just going to call a cab "

Before I could move to get rid of my annoying bowling shoes "Caitlin " Barry caught my wrist preventing me from performing any further actions that would get me closer to leaving his presence "Did I do something wrong ?"

I tried to shake my wrist free from his grasp but his vice grip was just as strong as the night we slept together "Barry. I need to take off these shoes my feet hurt " still not releasing my wrist he pulled me over to sit on the couches taking my feet into his lap and removing those horrid excuses for shoes using his fingers to once again work magic on another part of my being. He added just the right amount of pressure, massaging my feet free of all the cramps and aches that were previously being held captive in the bowling shoes

I resisted the urge to moan out loud at all the sensations that were coursing through my feet and entire body as Barry kneaded and pressed my pulse points. "No you didn't" I finally answered him.

"What was that?" He asked looking confused

"You didn't do anything wrong. Honestly I really need to get some actual studying done but Let me just run to the ladies room real quick and when I come back you can walk me to my cab if it makes you feel better." I offered setting my feet back on the ground Barry's face lit up in an instant

"Sure ok I'll return these" he picked up both pairs of bowling shoes "and then we can meet back here "

With a genuine smile gracing my features I entered the little bathroom in the corner of the arcade games area. I hadn't initially really needed the bathroom but Barry's hands all over my skin again had me feeling a tad overwhelmed and the running water in the facility just reminded me of the nine cups of chamomile I had this morning in an attempt to calm my 'that element song has been playing since 6 in the morning nerves'

I was about to exit the cubicle when I heard the sound of high pitched squeaked that could only belong to two people in the building. Just great tweedle dee and tweedle die I thought to myself. Well there is no way I was going out there now so that red head can ask about my lip gloss again I swear there was a point during the game in which I was considering aiming it at her head .

"Oh my god that guy is so dreamy" I heard the red head sequel. "And oh my god, did you see? That fake blonde he came with. She was so totally pretending to be bad so that he would teach her how to play" Ok now I felt like throwing the lip gloss at her face but maybe something harder would be lying around here somewhere. Perhaps a large Boulder

"But he didn't take the bait" chimed in wannabe Barbie "Unlike me – I was against his chest for the full game and what a defined chest it is. Let me tell you" she swooned. "Maybe I should ask him to the ball. It's not like he would take that blue eyed china doll, did you see how pale her skin was? Does she ever see sunlight? And she seems too prissy. She doesn't deserve somebody like him." Making a split second decision I waited for them to leave the bathroom before I reapplied my mascara, lip gloss and added a little eyeliner. I was going to say yes to Barry. Who do those idiots think they are coming in here and acting as if he is a prize to be won? Either way Caitlin snow does not LOSE at ANYTHING!

I rushed out of the bathroom unable to contain my excitement to tell Barry that we would be going together after all and I would probably even accompany him tuxedo shopping if he comes dress shopping with me afterwards. As I approached the alley I was met with an eye sore sight. Barry was laughing with and sitting next to the blonde freak. Her friend seemed to be nowhere near the two.

Seeing Barry with somebody else made me think, Maybe this was a sign that I'm meant to forever be alone and never completely let anybody in but I was still incredibly furious with my so called friend for ditching me but more so hurt. He had probably accepted her invite by now and they were definitely trying to figure out how to match his tie to her dress. He didn't need me – maybe he never did.

Feeling exhausted, depressed, a little envious and above all infuriated I grabbed a sticky note and pen from my purse and scribbling a quick note

Gone home!

Suddenly feeling sick

Caitlin

P.S Enjoy shopping – I hope your tie matches.

Ripping it from the small stack, I instructing a nearby worker to stick it on Barry's abandoned jacket five minutes after I had walked out the door, handing him the note and a twenty I left without looking back.


The frustration at Barry finally got the better of me once I got home, all I wanted to do is have fun with me and he goes and ditches me with wannabe Barbie and leaves with her annoying friend. If wanted to spent time with someone else then I wouldn't have asked him to come with me. I know I don't let people in but I took a chance on him and just as I predicted he let me down.

I only have myself to blame, I thought I could let me wall down for once and let someone in and I thought that person would be Barry but today has only taught me that I should have kept my wall firmly in place. Wiping the tears from my face I promised myself to never let anyone in again. I thought he was my friend but he ditches me the moment someone or in this case something better came alone.

I honestly did want to let him in full and I have been trying but it's not easy for me, I've spent so many years pushing people away and keeping people out that I don't know how to let anyone in anymore – I thought we might have had something, Barry made it clear in the beginning that he is attracted to me and I am attracted to him and not just because of this pull I feel towards him but physically and emotional attracted to him, I don't know how it happened but I enjoy spending time with him, he makes me laugh and I forget about everything else when I am around him but I was clearly to slow as he's now moved on to her. I didn't want to cry about it but I don't know how else to express my frustration without breaking things.

A knock on the door dragged me from my self-pity, wiping the tears from my cheeks again and went to the door knowing it will be Barry checking up on me so I didn't bother looking who it was. Opening the door I found box sitting in the doorway, looking around to see if I could see anyone but the hallway was clear. Picking the box up I took it inside, kicking the door closed behind me.

Placing the box onto the coffee table, I opened it up to see a note sat on the top with a number of items placed carefully into the box.

Sorry you're not feeling well

Orange juice – to keep you hydrated

Grandma Allen's chicken noodle soup – it's the best cure for any illness.

Get well soon

Barry

Unable to help myself I smiled at the note as I slid it back onto the coffee table and unpacked the items from the box along with a plain white box which wasn't explained on the note. My curiosity got the better of me as I carefully opened the box, only for another note to fall onto my lap.

P.S it's yours if you want it.

Folding the tissue paper back, my eyes landed on a light blue and white eye mask with a ticket to the ball on top of it. Does this mean he isn't going with Barbie? Or is it simply a fact that he is going with her but has a spare ticket so is giving it to me – from what I heard in the bathroom she already has tickets so she isn't going to need one – clearly that is the reason he is giving me this ticket. Well I'm not going, I can't stand in a room and watch them dance and fall in love before my eyes.


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