I woke up early the next morning, but that was probably just because I had been busy thinking about what to do, and what was right. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, as I had been so busily thinking about what was going to happen this morning.

I was stuck between two people, and I was beyond undecided on what to do for the best, who would hurt more and ultimately to choose who would be the best person for me, which although was selfish; I couldn't stop myself.

Rob was just…Rob; so perfect, so considerate, shy-like me-, and he always, always thought of everyone else. And if I had met him three and a half years earlier; the decision would have been simple for me.

But Michael; I was so used to who he was. He was angry, but he could be funny when he's drunk. He was always so nice to me, despite my Girls worrying. There really was no need to; he was trouble, and he didn't care what people thought…but he was fun, and he cared a hell of a lot about me.

I was in love with Michael of course, as I had been for the past three and a half years. But there was a question there in my mind now, which was causing me to wonder if this really was a good decision. After all, due to last's nights activities, it made me realize that you wouldn't just do it if you were so in love with your Boyfriend.

I went down early, and got my breakfast. The back door was already open, and when I peered out of it nosily; my eyes come to rest on Rob. He was outside having a cigarette, which right now I was dying for.

I smiled back at him, returning his cautious smile, before going back to getting the cereal and putting it in a bowl with some milk. I sat down at the kitchen table, and just as I did; Kellan and Tasha were coming down the stairs, hand in hand.

And for that, I felt a little jealous. They could be with each other, with no worries about Boyfriends, or Girlfriends, and here was me; having to make this big decision, when all I really wanted to do was have fun, like how she was allowed to.

Kellan came past me and winked, making me blush, and my head fall out of embarrassment. Tasha sat down opposite me, and kept watching me. I could feel her eyes burning into the top of my head, and whenever I looked up, I just smiled and quickly looked away.

I didn't like the way that she was looking at me; as though I had something to hide or something. It made me wonder what she knew about last night.

''So what happened then?'' she asked me, finally breaking the morning-breakfast silence. Oh god, here we go. ''After we went to bed,'' she added, as though I wouldn't know what she meant. I just rolled my eyes at her, so she could see.

''Um, me and Rob just talked and drank more; not a lot.'' I brushed it off, with a shrug off my shoulders, and hoped that she would believe me. But she didn't, of course, and this was Tasha, after all. She was very clever.

''Oh come of it, Charlie, I know you and Rob kissed.'' I looked up in shock, and she just rolled her eyes at me. ''Don't worry I won't say anything.'' She added, grinning at me. She winked mischievously at me, making me sigh.

''I didn't mean it too, it just happened, and when I started…I couldn't stop.'' I admitted sheepishly, as I replayed the images from last night in my head internally.

''Well,'' she replied, in that disapproving voice of hers, which made me feel even more guilty than I felt a moment ago. ''So what's going to happen now then?'' she asked me, curiously.

Finally, the question I had been dreading.

''Well I don't know, I like Rob a lot, and I love Michael, but Rob did admit that he feels something for me, and well…I said the same.'' I admitted sheepishly.

I knew in the back of my mind that if I chose Rob then I would probably get to love him as much as I loved Michael right now, but I wasn't sure if I was brave enough to actually leave Michael, not yet anyway.

He had been with me for three and a half whole years…that was a long time. And I couldn't just forget that, right now.

''Well about time, we could all see that he liked you; are you two talking?'' She asked me curiously; that, we were, as far as I knew.

''Well yeah, but I feel well bad about what had happened.''

Tasha nodded, taking that in. ''Well maybe he feels bad you know what he's like. And he knows you have a Boyfriend.'' She suggested, and as usual she was right. I hoped he didn't feel too bad though, but still I had Michael t think of.

''He feels bad? I feel well bad, he hasn't got a girlfriend to think about!'' I panicked ultimately, making her roll her eyes.

''Calm down, you were both very drunk; put it to that.'' She suggested, and I could tell she was trying her best to calm me down. It worked; just a little bit.

''Yeah, I was a drunk, a lot. So yeah, he's just a friend.'' I tried to convince myself, as I drank a little bit from my cup of tea. It was useless convincing myself though, because a second after I tried to convince myself; I was already questioning it.

I heard Kellan and Rob walk in then, but I wasn't brave enough to look at them yet…but my eyes let me down, and instantly found Rob, who was grinning at me. I smiled back, because I was unable to do anything less.

He had on a blue shirt today, to match his lush blue jeans, and I found that I couldn't take my eyes off his soft expression on his face…so I forced myself to instead.

''So Rob, are you coming to the party then?'' Tasha asked him sneakily. She kept looking at me at the corner of her eye, and I could feel Rob's eyes on me. So as I was conscious of being stared at, I decided to skip the remainder of my breakfast.

''Umm yeah, I said I was going to.'' He admitted, as he cleared his throat again. I recognized this as him feeling awkward about this situation.

''Oh cool; so what are you two doing today then, before the party?'' She asked us curiously; raising her voice to get us speaking. It so wasn't going to work.

''Well I'm going to help Michael get the food.'' I replied quickly.

''I'm going to help round here then go back to mine to get changed.'' He admitted.

''Oh right,'' Tasha replied simply, as she smiled sneakily at Kellan. I shot her a glare in response, and finally decided to get out of the way. I went upstairs to get a shower, leaving them to talk about last night further.

The shower was nice; it was warm and pleasant and took me away from the real world, where I had to think and face the consequences of last night's actions for the best of twenty minutes.

I stepped out of the shower and put on a grey top. It had small, feminine buttons at the top, and small, pretty frills at the top. I put on a pair of skinny jeans, and my white converses, and headed out of the front door to go back to Michael, and before anyone could stop me.

I gave the taxi a $10 bill, and got out of the taxi to see Michael stood next to both his black Porsche and a new red MG car. He was posing over the MG, looking at it to see if there were any marks on the front of it.

It looked brand new, and as if he had just brought it. Which he had, because that wasn't here last time that I was home; him and his fucking posh cars, it was beyond a joke.

As soon as he saw me, he grinned, as if I was to be thrilled with his new car. It was more money that he had wasted on a car, and it got me a little angry. He was a good actor, and had lots of money, and he did deserve to spend it in the way he wanted of course, but not flashing around so much.

''Michael; what the hell is this?'' I demanded as soon as I was at his side. He carried on grinning at me, and removed his sunglasses. It was boiling hot today, and Michael looked very summery for once in a blue and white striped shirt, with buttons, and denim, knee length shorts.

''Do you like it babe?'' He asked me, which ultimately made me confused. He never usually asked me if I liked his new car, because to him, it didn't really matter what I thought, because it was his car. I nodded; after all it was nice.

''Yeah, I mean…it's a nice color and everything, but that's not the point. You've wasted your money, again!'' I shouted at him angrily. He simply rolled his eyes at me, as I took in the car. It was red, had a nice sort-of-shape to it, and was convertible; which would come in use to sunny LA.

''Relax babe, I didn't get you a birthday gift, did I?'' My eyes darted up to his confused. No freaking way; had he brought me… a car? No way; that wasn't like Michael; considerate.

''This isn't…for me, is it?'' I asked him, confused. He laughed at me then, shaking his head at me in response.

''Of course it's for you silly; it would be a bit unfair of me to have two cars, after you don't have one yourself. I mean you've passed your driving test two years ago, babe.''

I gasped in shock, the guilt from last night kicking in. I swallowed it back selfishly though, and got myself prepared to thank him.

''Oh my god, thank you so much Michael!'' I hugged him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. I couldn't believe he had been that considerate.

''That's alright, babe.'' He laughed; pleased with my enthusiasm.

I drove round to Tasha's in my new car, and gave them all a ride in my new car, with Kellan going mad in the back. Robert had gone home to get changed, which I was kinda glad about; I didn't want to flash this in his face.

I drove back to my house with the car and we all walked back with Michael, so that we could all drink tonight (after our Parents and family went come, of course) and got the party ready.

It was better than expected when our family came round, and Michael was really conversational to everyone. I was so pleased with him.

However, when Rob walked into the room, the mood seemed to change and I knew exactly why. I looked to the door as Rob walked into the room, and wished I didn't; straight away. I felt jealous at how beautiful he looked.

He had on a different grey shirt, and new jeans, and his hair was beyond ridiculously amazing. He'd been running his hair through it a lot, that much was obvious. He walked into the room, and flashed a smile at me, and I couldn't help but smile back, just a little bit.

My Family was nice enough to Michael thank god, and they left a few hours later, along with everyone else. So after they had gone, it was party time. I went outside to have a cigarette, where Rob was too, waiting for me on the bench.

He smiled at me as soon as had sat next to him. ''I take it…everything's been sorted out then?'' he asked me cautiously, as soon as I had started to smoke. His awful, saddened tone made me feel even guiltier than before.

''Look Rob, here's the thing.'' I began; getting myself ready to just…tell him the truth. ''I like you…a lot, but I can't leave Michael. I am so sorry and I've been trying to think of the right thing to say to you all day, and I've been struggling to make the right decision, and now I just feel awful and-''

He stopped me with his lips; pressing them very softly to mine, and kissing me once, twice, and one last time, very softly. I watched him shocked, as he pulled away, and smiled at me.

''its fine, and that…incase you were wondering; that was my goodbye…and thanks to last night.'' He added, smiling sheepishly at me.

''Well erm…thank-you,'' I said unsure. ''And seriously I am so sorry about…well last night.'' I apologized, feeling as though I had to.

''It's alright, seriously, last night was…cool.'' He promised me, making me smile.

''So…friends?'' I asked him.

''Friends,'' he agreed, before we walked back into the house, with his arm around my neck, and us joking around.

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