Sophie's POV
The phone rings downstairs which interrupted our little moment and Paul and I go downstairs and I pick up the phone while he checks the cookies in the oven.
It turned out to be an aunt who wanted to talk to my mum and we just chatted for a moment and then I laid on the couch afterwards.
I groan and turn to lay on my side and I wish I could get this one thing off my mind, something that is bugging me so badly, but I can't avoid it.
"Hey darling, ya tired?" Paul asks as he walks up and sits on the arm of the couch.
"Not really." I answer and I hear the timer ding.
I get the pan with the cookies out of the oven and we pile them in the cookie jar and eat some of the scrumptious cookies.
I look to Paul whose reading a book beside me as we're on the couch doing homework and I see his adorable smile. There's something I need to tell him, but I just want to put it off as long as I can but maybe it'd be better if I told him now rather than later.
He's the best really, always caring about me and cracking joke after joke to make me smile and I wish this didn't have to happen but I don't have any control over it.
"What's the matter?" he asks after I bring my eyes back to my notebook.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I lie and he seems to be content with my answer and doesn't pry any more.
He stays until around 2 when my parents were due back and I give him a little baggie with the cookies we made and we hug and kiss the other goodbye.
Paul's POV
I've noticed Sophie had been acting odd and I have no idea as to why, I wish I knew.
It's Monday and I just got out of the lunch line and I'm heading for my table that now sits; Molly, George, Pete, John, Ivan and John's girlfriend whatever this new ones name is.
"Hey Molls, what's wrong with Soph?" I whisper after sitting down by her on the bench.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong with her." she denies but she doesn't convince me.
"Molly, what is it?" I continue and she shakes her head and looks back to her tray of food.
"Please tell me." I plead and again she shakes her head.
"I can't." she replied and I nod as I see Sophie walking up with her tray.
She continues to act odd and silent, as if something is very wrong or ceasing to bother her, during the rest of the day.
"Darling?" I ask as we're in the den of my house doing homework with the radio playing some Elvis song.
"Hmm?" she asks without looking up from the textbook laying in her lap.
"What's going on, Soph?" I query and she looks to me with a confused look.
"What do you mean?" she asks with a smile but she knows what I'm talking about.
"You know, you being all quiet and distant the past few days, I can tell something's wrong." I reveal and she sighs and averts her gaze.
"It's nothing, Paul." Sophie objects and I set my books aside to give her all my attention.
"Ah so it is something, you said it." I go on and she sighs while scribbling along her paper.
"Can we please not do this right now, Paul?" she speaks in an annoyed tone, where did that tone come from all of a sudden?
"Do what, Soph? I don't even know what the hell is going on!" I complain and she huffs.
"I don't wanna talk about it." she protests but I'm not leaving it at that, I'm fed up of not knowing what's wrong.
"Why won't you tell me?" I plead with my arms resting on my knees and my eyes firmly set on her delicate features.
"Because." her stubborn personality shows.
"Because why?" I go on and I notice her sigh.
"Because it-it's not good, Paul." she stutters and I wish she'd get to it already.
"I can tell, what is it Sophie?" I ask and she shakes her head.
"It doesn't matter." her stubbornness continues to show.
"It does Soph, because whatever it is it's obviously bugging you." I disagree and I get up and set her books aside so she'll look at me.
"What's going on that I don't know about?" I query while cradling her cheek and her sad eyes look into mine but she doesn't respond.
"Sophie darling, you don't need to be afraid to tell me." I inform and I notice tears welling in her eyes and my worry grows.
"Is it something you did?" I question and she shakes her head while the tears spill onto her cheeks and I wipe them away.
"Okay, um was it something you said?" I continue and again I get a shake of the head from her.
"Hmm, is it something somebody said to you?" I question and I again get a 'no' from her.
"Is it something uh, darling I'm lost here. Please tell me." I give up and her teary eyes look to mine.
"I'm moving." she reveals and it feels as if a cinder block was laid on my chest as it's now kind of hard for me to breath, anxiety it is.
"Where love?" I question and I'm scared of the answer I'll get.
"London." she confesses while still crying and I nod slowly and I feel as if somebody just punched me in the gut.
"You're leaving me?"
"No, I don't have a choice Paul!" she exclaims.
She starts to cry harder and we stand up to hug the other while she cries into my shoulder and I'm trying to process this.
"When?"
"A few weeks." she admits and I nod and rest my chin on her head.
She's leaving, Sophie's leaving me and there's nothing either of us can do about it. I can't imagine not going to school and seeing that sweet smile of hers that never fails to make me feel better.
