Ricky's POV Whitney was telling me about how Bianca had gone to find herself a man. What was wrong with me, why does she have to go searching when I'm right here. Maybe if I go now, tell her how I feel. Maybe stop to get a coffee first to give me a boost. And who do I run into? Bianca having a barmy in the cafe. I know from personal experience to get her away from the drama before things get really messy. I gently grab her wrist and lead her away from the scene.
Bianca's POV I jumped with shock as I felt someone wrap their hand around my wrist. In defence I gave a punch.
"Ahhh Bianca what the hell was that for?"
"Ricky, I'm so sorry I had no idea it was you"
"You always had a mean right hook."
I tried to smile, but the tears came sliding down my face onto my ruined top.
"Oh Ricky I've ruined everything!" I ran towards the house I didn't care if people were staring. They soon parted when I stuck my finger up. I twisted my ankle in the process, so I had to hobble the rest of the way. I flung open the front door, obviously Ricky didn't lock it. I stormed into the kitche and collasped into the chair.
Ricky's POV Well here I was standing here like a ninny. My cheek still stinging from the punch. Well she obviously didn't want me. I sighed to myself. Beer was the only thing that could cheer me up. "And where do you think your going" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked behind me to see Pat standing tall with hands on hips.
"Well, am I going to get an answer or shall we just stand here twiddling are thumbs Ricky!"
"It's not that easy Pat, she's made her choice and she has done in the past. I'm not good enough for her."
"Is that it then? You just going to give up, not even going to bother to put up a fight. I thought you were more of a man than that Ricky Butcher."
I watch Pat walk away. I stood there in the cold. No I wasn't going to give up just like that. I ran all the way to the house. I clutched the spring of mistletoe in my hand. "Bianca" I shouted. I waited no answer. Where was she?
