Kirsty braced herself as she entered the room. She had to stop Kane from hassling Oliver. His life depended on it. Kane was staring at the window intently. He couldn't believe that Kirsty would betray him in this way. They were supposed to be stronger now; she should've supported him, not sided with Oliver.
Kirsty broke the silence. "Kane, you can't go around whacking people just because you're jealous. I don't even like the guy…"
"Oh yeah? Well he didn't say that. I've seen you talking to him, and stopping when I come into the room. It's like you don't want me there."
"I do want you there it's just…"
"You can't tell me? We're supposed to trust each other."
"Well I trust you. It's you who can't trust me, " Kirsty shouted.
"Now this sounds familiar." Kirsty glared at Kane. He was referring to the Jayne business.
"I had good reason to be suspicious then."
"And I don't now? Face it Kirst, something's going on and I wanna know what."
"I can't tell you." Kirsty hated keeping this from him, but it was for his own good.
"I'm going to work." Kane left. Kirsty didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell him what Oliver was up to but then she couldn't live like this. Kirsty stared at the wall, noticing a calendar. It was her birthday tomorrow. It was her first birthday she'd spent away from her family, and likely to be the first of many. How things had changed since her last birthday. She now had a boyfriend who wasn't talking to her, an involvement with drug dealers and was thousands of miles away from home. Life sucked.
***
Oliver was in his room, playing on his playstation. He didn't care about the fact that he owed money; it was just another day to him. He'd pay them back soon, when he got the money for his latest delivery. It was either that or steal some from his grandmother. He vaguely knew how; she kept all her bank details in her wardrobe on the top shelf. He'd always stolen money from her when he was younger. Oliver's parents died young, as a part of their carefree culture. He'd never really known them. Perhaps that explained his attitude. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Kirsty.
"Oliver, I have to tell Kane, he doesn't trust me, and I can't let him leave me. I need him." Kirsty sat on the bed, almost in tears.
"Remember what I said, unless you want to get him involved…"
"I don't but I…what are you doing?" Oliver was leaning towards her, too close for comfort.
"It's what we both want." He kissed her. Kirsty broke away, although not immediately.
"What d'ya thing you're doing?! I don't want this, I want Kane."
"Your choice." Kirsty left Oliver smirking on the bed.