"Hey! What's with the tears?" Robin asked and all attempts to hold the tears at bay broke down.

"Nothing." Lucy sobbed.

"Yeah right!" he said and pulled her into his arms. "What's his name?"

"Sorry?" Lucy looked up in surprise.

"Only men cause tears like that." Robin said, knowingly. "I sobbed for a week after my first boyfriend dumped me."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Then what is he?"

She sighed. "I thought he was my friend, but now it appears I was one big joke."

Robin led her over to the bed and sat them both down.

"Tell me."

So Lucy did. She even showed Robin Stig's emails and phone messages.

And at the end Robin smiled.

"I know exactly what you should do." He announced.

"Oh?" Lucy brightened.

"You should go over to his dorm and have it out with him."

"Robin, I can't do that."

"Why not?"
"Because he'll laugh at me and then I'll cry."

"You're crying now, what's the difference and at least you'll have got it off your chest."

"I don't want all his dorm mates to see me."

"Yes you do. You never know when one of them might offer you a shoulder to cry on and an opportunity to forget Stig for a while." He waggled his eyebrows as he said it.

"Rob-in!" Lucy said in despair. "I can't do that. That is so not me."

Robin squeezed her to him. "I know hun. It's one of the reasons why I love you so much. But seriously. You need to go and see him."

"I'll go tomorrow."

"No. You'll go now. Or rather in a minute when we've done something about your face. Hmmm….I feel a make-over coming on. What have you got in your wardrobe?"

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Robin was what used to be called 'a tonic'. He picked Lucy up, shook her, made her over and then pushed her out of the door with a determined shove.

"Go give him an earful." He said. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"I'll settle for find out what this was all about without crying."

"Call me when you're done. Okay?"

"Yeah. Robin…thanks."

"Just remember, I might need the same favour one of these days."

"You got it." She said and made her way to the stairs.

The journey to Stig's dorm passed quickly and she was determined, right up until the moment she was at the main door. Then the nerves really set in.

A friendly looking guy coming out of the building stopped.

"You look lost."

"I'm looking for Steven Venturi."

"Stig? He's at hockey practice. You can wait upstairs in the common room if you like, he probably only be about twenty minutes or so."

Lucy wasn't sure what to do, but the friendly guy held open the door and led the way before she could say no.

The guy's dorm wasn't as nice as Lucy's and her guide told her that he had seen Stig's roommate in the common room, so if she was lucky she might be able to wait in his room. As they were climbing the stairs a guy came barrelling down them two at a time and then braked abruptly when he saw Lucy.

"Lucy?" he asked, surprised. Lucy had never seen him before in her life.

"How do you know my name?" she asked, unnerved. He laughed.

"I recognised you from your picture in Stig's room."

Lucy's companion nodded. "This is Stig's room mate, Simon."

"Oh." She said. Then she realised what he had said. "Wait! He has a picture of me in his room?"

Simon grinned. "Yeah. You looking for him?"

"Yes."

"He didn't say you were coming." Simon was fairly sure he would have heard about it…for days.

"He doesn't know." She hardened her stance. "He's got some explaining to do."

Simon and the other guy laughed. Then Simon turned. "We'd best get you into his room to wait then, hadn't we? I'll take it from here, Ben."

Lucy said thanks to Ben and followed Simon up the stairs.

"Did Ben say that Stig was at hockey practice?"

She nodded.

"He should be back soon though, so you might as well wait. I'd stay and keep you company but I'm late for soccer practice."

They reached a door with Steven Venturi and Simon Matthews on it. The Steven had been crossed out and 'STIG' written over it. Simon unlocked the door and pushed it open, flicking on the light.

"I might see you later."

"Thanks." And then Simon was gone.

There were two beds in the room, two desks and two wardrobes. One of the beds had a SJST hockey jersey pinned to the wall above it, so Lucy guessed it was Stig's.

On the far wall was a pinboard which he was evidently filling with postcards and pictures from his friends. She saw several guys from her year group and several postcards – three of which were from Lucy. She pulled one from the board and read it. It was simple, an explanation of where she was, what she was doing and something that Stig would find funny. It reminded her of a time when she thought they were friends and the tears started to well as she pinned the card back in place. She moved back to the bed and sat down again, a tear on each cheek.

Then she spotted the photo beside his bed. The photo was of her.

It was the photo he had never meant her to see, the one of her asleep in their hotel room. Lucy was stunned. She picked the picture up and deep in thought, sat on his bed.

She was even more confused than ever and she couldn't stop the tears.