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The jeep slowed to a halt outside the guest tents. Rosie turned off the engine and sat in silent for a few moments as she stared towards the light that was glowing from inside the canvas, around her the air was still. Only a slight rustle of the leaves moving in the night. And it was, a dark night. The sky was pitch black, all but a few stars and a crescent moon that attempted to light up the surroundings but failed. Rosie craned her neck to observe the sky, gather her thoughts. But without seeing Max there were no thoughts to gather. She still wasn't sure what she wanted, what she thought, or what she wanted to think. She knew she had to see him, face to face. It was killing her.

Rosie swung her legs out of the jeep and quietly began to make her way across the small stretch of dark grassland in front of her in approach to the tent. Tentatively she climbed the steps and hesitated before attempting a knock on the canvas that acted as a wall to the inside. Where he was, where her anxieties would be met and all the questions and thoughts circling her head may be answered.

Rosie gulped, she knew what she had to say.

"Max" she whispered, closing her eyes.

After a few moments she heard his footsteps on the bare wooden floor approach the opposite side of the canvas. Max ripped open the Velcro that further sealed the entrance and began to unzip the canvas.

It felt like slow motion.

Slowly the zip lowered and unveiled his face on the other side.

The nervousness still existed within her as she took in his appearance once again. It had been over a year since she'd last seen him. He was still the same.

Max knew it would be her on the other side, he'd heard her pull up in the jeep outside and he simply waited for her to make the move. He had no right to impose, he had no right to be there at all, in a way he felt rude. Selfish almost. He'd let his feelings get the better of him and now he was inflicting them on other people.

Then again, he hadn't asked to see Rosie. She had clearly decided to go out in the dead of the night and make her way over here.

And then before he knew it, she was right before him.

She had an awkward expression over her face, probably nerves. But she was still the same.

Max couldn't help but let his gaze follow her face, take in everything that she was. He couldn't believe he'd lasted this long without seeing her, it was too much.

"Hi" Rosie said nervously, breaking both of them from their thoughts.

"Erm, come in" Max staggered backwards and let her walk in.

He gently sat back on the bed as she took up the chair.

"How are you?" he asked cautiously

"Good, thanks" Rosie looked up at him "you?"

"Been better" he smiled slightly.

They fell silent again

"sorry, I didn't mean to come along and make-" Max started to apologise but stopped as Rosie shook her head.

"There's no need to be sorry Max, it's nice to see you again"

"Likewise" He nodded.

"Take it you couldn't sleep either" Rosie said looking round the room, noticing the untouched covers on the bed

"Yeah, it's weird being back"

"I know, it was weird knowing you were back"

An awkward pause left them feeling nervous once more.

"So, erm what's been going on? Y'know at home." Rosie asked, remembering what Alice had mentioned earlier. She couldn't help but care for Max, she wanted him to be ok.

Max shook his head.

"I can't lie to you Rosie, it's been a nightmare" He looked at her and then to the floor.

"Tell me" She whispered

Max began to pour his life over the past few months out to her. He didn't mean to but it being Rosie on the receiving end, he just couldn't stop. Rosie understood things that no one else could. That's what he missed about her, someone who would care. Max couldn't work out what he felt for Lara, his girlfriend at the moment. She was beautiful and funny and he cared for her, they seemed to love each other but Max couldn't help but start to feel like there was something missing. Rosie had something Lara didn't. Not only their history but Rosie cared. She had an emotional side which meant that she sympathised for him, and looked out for him. Just like he always had done for her.

He told her everything, Rosie didn't stop him, she just allowed him to let it all out as it seemed like it had been locked up inside of him for so long.

Soon enough Rosie found herself sat next to him on the bed offering a comforting hand on his arm. The physical touch seemed fitting, in a way there was nothing strange about it. Besides, it was all she could offer, she felt guilty for not being there whilst he went through all the pain and hurt. Not helping him get through it like the times he had once helped her.

Rosie was picturing him going through the pain. She could imagine him, carrying his father's coffin, a single tear down his face whilst he attempted to be strong. Watching his business fall apart in front of his eyes. Having nothing left.

They began to pick up more of a two sided conversation, they chatted about things old and new. They managed to laugh with one another like they used to. The fact that they both had company, were with someone and not alone, that they could chat with and have history with comforted them. Looking at them you would have thought that they were nothing more than good friends. But deep down and inside that wasn't the case.

After long conversation, Max could feel the question rising up within him. After everything that had been discussed he couldn't ignore it any longer. It was burning, seeing Rosie again had confirmed what he felt. What he missed. She meant the world to him and he wanted her back in his life. Lara had simply replaced the affection he had for Rosie, but he had realised it was not enough. In all honesty, Lara was a rebound, and though he felt terrible for believing it, their relationship wasn't much deeper than that.

"Rosie, what happened between us?" He looked at her intently,

She saw it in him, she knew she had to answer him, the eye contact was unbearable. She didn't know how to answer, she was unsure herself and looking at him now after everything, she couldn't help but want to know the answer too.

"I...I don't know to be honest Max" she swallowed.

Max continued to look at her, he was determined to meet her gaze and keep the eye contact. But he couldn't bear to talk to her about this if she was nervous.

"It's a shame" He sighed "we had something really good"

"We did" she admitted, she knew they did and so did Max. They were tredding on thin ice, they both were aware of how easy it would be to tell the other how they now felt, what they really wanted. The feelings inside that were eating away at them.

"I miss it" Max said quietly

Rosie smiled at him, she missed it too.

A/N Sooooo... ;)