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Becky

If it had been anyone else in the room, I would have been laughing like a little kid, probably wishing I had my video camera to tape the look of horror on this poor idiots face. But no, I was the poor idiot, and there was nothing I could do about it. I desperately wanted to pretend it was a joke, tell everyone that I was just 'mucking around'. Miranda's face was a picture, the look of confused and shock combined into a look of almost disgust. Part of me sighed with relief, at least Gordo was unconscious! However, as nothing can ever go right in my life, it was that exact moment that Lizzie had drawn back the curtain to show everyone that she had managed to bring him awake. Gordo's face wasn't one of disgust, but a look of disappointment and anger. I tried to jump up and leave but the painful expression that Lizzie gave me let me know I had to try and sort it out.

Of all the times I needed one of my clever, funny excuses, now was it. But the tension was too much, everyone could tell I had let it slip, and that I meant every word that I said. I did though; I truly loved Miranda from the bottom of my heart. Miranda's soft voice scared me as she broke the silence,

"Get out," I expected many responses from her, but that was the last one. "Get out of my ward and out of my life" Sticking with the guy rules, I held back my tears and did as she said. Before I left I gave her one last glance. Her eyes looked tired and weary; as she looked back at me I could've sworn I saw a little sympathy in them. Did she really hate me? Or did she just not want to lose Gordo? Her eyes began to glisten, but were they tears for or because of me?

Collapsing on a chair outside the room I swerved to avoid sitting on someone. "Sorry" I mumbled.

"I don't think you really meant that!" giggled a voice. I looked up, it was the flirty girl from the auditions. I gripped my arm rest and tried to move away from her.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped.

"Well I saw you leave in such a rush, you seemed so upset. I wanted to check you were okay so I followed you down here"

"You freak!" I yelled out. I really had to think things over before shouting them out, hadn't I already learnt that already this evening?

"Who was the pretty blonde girl?" she continued, ignoring my comment, "she seemed more upset than you. Are you friends of Gordo and Miranda then?"

"How do you…?" I stammered.

"Oh I heard the blonde tell the nurse their names. I said I was with you and she let me up. I was right behind you the whole time but you never noticed me. I get that a lot!" I would have butted in but she didn't give me the chance, "so Miranda chucked you out. I think she likes you, she was probably just really shocked by your news and thought the only way to pretend it didn't happen was to send you out! And I suppose it can't have been the best thing for Gordo to wake up to. But still you could have a chance with her, she'll come round, you're a great guy."

"What… you're so weird… get away from me! How do you know all of this?" I asked, panicking so that my words fell out slightly in the wrong order.

"Sending away the problem won't get rid of it Matt, Miranda will realise that too. I know all this because... well these walls ain't exactly soundproof!" she grinned, pleased with herself and sat back to carry on reading a magazine. I paused, completely stunned, I had no idea who this girl was, and yet she knew almost everything about me. It was weird, I felt comforted by her presence, and although I was partly annoyed with her being intrusive, I was glad that she was there. She seemed so cool about the whole situation, I decided that maybe I should try talking to her, telling her what I felt and asking for advice. I didn't know her name but I knew that I could trust her. There was something about her that I recognised, as if I'd met her before, as if I'd known her all my life.

Little did I know.