A/N: Heyo! So I finally felt inspired enough to write and I wrote this in the span of two days so.. YEY ME! I hope you like the twist I put :3

Chapter 4 - Creepy e-mails and explanations

I sat down on my sofa and sighed loudly, as I let my frown take up my face. I closed my eyes and left my head hit the pillow, groaning even louder. It was most probably the first day of the past month and a half that was just so awfully rubbish in every way possible.

But I guess everybody has one of those days, right? I lifted my head from the pillow and let a little giggle ascape my lips at the repetition of my last thought. An idea popped into my head. This is why I loved myself in these situations. I must just mentally be unable to let myself feel bad for longer than 30 seconds. Probably some sort of incident-related insticnt I had obtained due to my childhood, but I wasn't even willing to think about that. I got up and plugged the speakers to my computer; quickly typing the words that made me laugh in the search bar on Youtube. I blasted the volume up as loud as I could and got a hold of my teenage years pom-poms that I had symbollically hung on my bedroom wall. I got on my bed and waited for the music to fill my ears.

"Everybody makes mistakes!

Everybody has those days,

Everybody knows what, what I'm talking bout'

Everybody gets that way!"

I screamed along with the lyrics and danced spectacularly bad with my pom poms on my bed. If for other people relaxation meant a bubble bath or shopping, for me it was just dancing it out and making it as silly as possible.

"Nobody's perfect

I gotta work it

Again and again

'Til I get it right!"

I screamed and laughed while jumping up and down on my bed. Hannah Montana did occasionally slip out a couple of wise words in her awfully bubble-gum kiddy pop songs, but hey! What could I do? My little sister was 7 years old when the first episode of Hannah Montana ever aired and after that she was hooked. I was being forced to sit down and watch it with her; and to be honest even though I was moaning to my parents about how I was "too old" to watch it, I did secretely like the show as well. So I may or may not have learned all of the songs from Hannah Montana.

Anyways after the end of the song I jumped and landed down but first on my bed. I tried to even out my breathing, letting the content smile on my face replace the frown I had previously worn.

Yes, today was rubbish, but it didn't matter; not in the long term anyways. Or so I hoped. It was just one of those unlucky days where everything goes horribly wrong, and you just can't help it but get every stinking task mistaken, or make a thousand errors while doing your job. But most importantly, it was the first day where Dan had been so unexpectedly; and undeservedly may I add, mean and cold towards me. I hated to admit it to myself, but it had been Dan's attitude that had gotten to me so much, rather than the awfully unlucky day I'd been having.

He didn't bother to make any chat whatsoever, he sulked all day at the Radio, he only said "Hi." in the morning when I had arrived. That was all! When I had tried to talk with him; and there were many many attempts made, he would just pretend he hadn't heard me, or would just brush me off and not bother answering.

Phil had said he would explain, but he said it wasn't something that could be talked about at work. So that's what I was doing right now. I was waiting for Phil to come to my appartment. Alone, I presumed.

I layed back in my bed and just stared at the ceilling. I tried to ignore it, but it was just who I was. Eden had to always over-analyse. And so I did.

It was unclear to me, or more matter-of-factly it was just that I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I cared so much about Dan's attitude for a reason. And that reason did not seem very appealing to me at all. Yes, I was starting to develop a crush on my work colleague and everything sane inside me was persistantly screaming "no", but you can't help who you fall for, can you? The frown made its way onto my face again and I crossed my arms over my chest deffensively, as if my frown was something material that I could defend myself from. Logically, my crossing my arms did not help one bit. I got up and let my tangled strands of hair fall over my shoulder.

I looked at the watch on my wrist and sighed again. It wasn't until half an hour later that Phil would be coming.

I got up and went to change into something more comfortable, than work clothes. I pulled out a blue vest and some baggy shorts and put them on. I put my work clothes away and sat down in front of my lap top and waited for it to load.

I checked my e-mails, like I always did every evening. It was so strange, and it brought me some strange sort of satisfaction, and pride, to have e-mails worth checking. Ever since I was small, I had seen and imagined business people on their portable computers, looking dapper and checking their important business e-mails. And now I was old enough and employed enough to be one of those people. With a content smile I looked over them. One e-mail from Ikea, how very business-like. I opened it and saw some stupid furniture offers. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and deleted the e-mail. Next, two e-mails from my sister, whom I had specifically instructed to e-mail me, just so I had a larger number of unread e-mails to go through every evening. I smiled and opened each of them, leaving them for later. Going back to my inbox, I saw one e-mail from my friend Ella and one from... my boss? That seemed strange, I never got any e-mails from him. I felt the tingle in my stomach, finally getting the real business-person-checking-an-important-email feeling. I clicked on it and read through it.

"Hello Eden!

How is internship at Radio 1, I am very dearly hoping you are liking it so far.

Naturally, as I expected, I have been getting only positive reports concerning your work, so congratulations on all of your efforts.

I wanted to ask, if you wanted to visit my office on Monday, to discuss a very serious issue, concerning your overly attractive looks at work. They are completely distracting and not in order, unless of course you bring them to me more often.

I'll be expecting you,

Tim Davies."

I blinked a couple of times, just staring at the screen in immense bewilderment. I wasn't exactly sure what to think about that.. Quite frankly I was confused. My boss. My fourty-something boss, who had sent me an e-mail with very disturbing contents. I noticed my jaw had actually dropped without me realising it. I couldn't quite get it back up though. The shock of what I had just read was a bit too strong right now. I blinked even more and finally took a deep breath, as not only had I opened my mouth wide open, but I had also stopped breathing.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, still not believing a single vowel of what he had sent. I retreated my jaw in its natural position and tried to read through the e-mail again, only to find it dropping down again. This was completely unbelievable.

At that moment I heard my doorbell ring. Phil had decided to come early, and right now, I was thankful he did. I stood up from my chair slowly and walked to my door in a little bit of a trance.

"Hey, I brought movies and pop... Are you okay?" Phil said as I opened the door and continued to stare into space with a bewildered look in my eyes, instead of greeting him like a normal person.

"Yeah.." I nodded my head slowly and finally looked up at him. Looking him in the eyes kind of hauled me back to the real world and what had just happened sinked in. I pursed my lips together, but not for long. I bursted out laughing in front of him, while he just stared at me in pure confusion.

"Okay, are you sure you don't need a crazy check? There's a loony bin somewhere in London. It's a big place.." he said as he hugged me and I laughed even harder, hugging him back. Note to self, Phil smells really good.

"No no, you don't understand. Come, I HAVE to show you!" I said through giggles and got hold of his hand and dragged him towards my room.

Once there, he left the movies and popcorn on my bed and I pointed at the e-mail on my screen. He leaned in closer and started reading.

I watched his face carefully, waiting for the emotions to appear. Half-way through the e-mail his eyes started to widen more and more and I tried to hold back my laughter.

"Euughh." Phil said with the most disgusted face he could pull, once he had finished reading. "That's extremely disturbing." he said, his giggling breaking through the last two words, and I laughed along with him.

"I don't know if I should feel flattered, or scared."

"Bit of both?" Phil suggested and I laughed once again.

"So no Phil, I don't need a crazy check, I was just too overwhelmed and didn't know exactly what to feel after I read that."

We both giggled once more. When the sound of laughter slowly died out, a little silence filled the air around us.

I looked to the side and frowned. "So, now could you explain to me why Dan was behaving like such a tool today?" I asked and I heard him sigh.

"Yeah. Come on let's sit down." he said as he got hold of my hand and walked me over to my bed. He sat down and patted the spot next to him. I obediently sat down and looked him in the eyes, expecting to hear the reason. I had the gut wrenching feeling I knew what this was related to, or more specifically - to who this was related to. And Phil's features did not ease my suspicions at all.

"You know that girl that broke into our apartment the other day?" Phil asked and my heart shrunk inside my chest.

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