Yesterday Once More
Jo's eyes opened slowly and she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Her gaze dropped a little and she blinked at the small blonde figure draped across her, the other girls hand resting dangerously high on her thigh, her head nestled in the crook of her arm.
Gently rolling Sam onto her back, Jo managed to sit up, pushing her hair behind her ears and she stared at her, swallowing hard as the memories of the night slowly drifted back to her.
Sam's eyes remained closed, but she grumbled as Jo moved, snuggling deeper into the duvet for the warmth, sighing contentedly.
"Hey sweetheart…" Charlie smiled down at Mickey as his eyes opened, pressing a kiss against his cheek.
Mickey blinked and had to do a double take on finding himself cuddled against her, before flashing her his cheekiest grin. "Mornin'!"
"How you feeling?" Charlie pulled her dressing gown on and pushed herself up to a seated position, pulling her hair out from under the collar.
"Tired." Mickey yawned. "What time is it?"
"Quarter to seven…"
"Wha-"
"Oi!" Charlie chuckled, "I know, but mum and dad will flip if they find you here, especially if they know you stayed overnight…" she pouted, "Go home and shower and change, then come back – I'll cook you some breakfast." She smiled.
"Cooking?" He grinned, standing up. "I am honoured!" He sobered as he turned to face her, taking her hand. "…Thanks, Chaz."
Charlie smiled and wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him tight. "Anytime…" she kissed his cheek. "Now sod off so I can shower." She winked, helping him open the window.
Gina sighed to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, brushing her hair, a slight smile marking her lips as she remembered the previous night, thinking of Jonathan. She leant closer and finished applying her makeup, making sure she remembered a spray of her favourite perfume, determined nothing would put a dampener on her mood.
"What are you doing?"
Jo physically jumped and turned on the spot to look behind her, seeing Sam sat up on the bed, the sheet covering her chest.
"I…I need to get home…"
"Why?" Sam frowned a little, "We're at school in a couple of hours, why don't you just stay here?"
"I…" Jo flushed a little and sighed, "I think I should-"
"Jo!" Sam scrambled across the bed and held the other girls hand, seemingly thinking nothing of being so vulnerable in front of her. "Stay…please."
Jo stopped adjusting her top and looked down at her, trying to read her expression. "…Is this what you really want?"
Sam held her gaze, nodding slowly.
"What about Ph-." She started to say, sighing as Sam cut her off with a kiss, allowing herself to return it.
Jonathan leant casually against the side of the sixth form common room, his eyes scanning the playground as discreetly as he could manage, aware of Tony and Roger discussing something beside him, but not entirely sure what.
"She'll walk it...!" Roger insisted, Tony nodding beside him, before nudging his friend and smirking in Jonathan's direction.
Tony smirked and exchanged knowing glances with Roger, clearing his throat.
"Hmm?" Jonathan looked up instantly, tuning back in.
"Gina…"
"Where?"
Roger just smirked and shook his head, pushing his hands in his pockets and walking inside with Tony.
"Morning Mrs Rogers!"
"Michael!" Rachel Rogers blinked and stifled a yawn, surprised to be confronted by her daughter and friend cooking breakfast. "…What have you broken?"
"Nothing!" Charlie insisted with a pout, turning to pile the sausages up on a plate.
"…What have you done?"
Mickey grinned and shook his head. "Nothing!"
"Have you been suspended?"
"Mother!" Charlie scowled and finished setting the table. "We just felt like helping!" she insisted, straightening her uniform.
"You're up early, Michael…"
Mickey just shrugged. "Saw Charlie let Woof out…." He pointed at the inquisitive puppy who was attempting to jump up at the table to get to the food. "Smelt the food…"
Rachel smirked and poured herself a coffee, "And had to pop over."
Mickey grinned innocently, taking a seat at the table as he started to pile his plate high.
Rachel chuckled and watched him with a fond smile; aware of the situation with Mickey's father, having attempted to encourage Rita, Mickey's mother, to leave him many times.