He sees everything in black and white
Never lets nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
"Tom, you about ready to go?" I knocked on his (unusually) closed door at around quarter past twelve, and hearing a noise behind it, I pushed it open slightly and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked red and puffy, as if he'd been crying, but when I asked him, he denied it.
"I'm fine, promise." He forced a smile. "Just allergies. I'll be down in a sec, just gonna do my hair." Another lie. He had done his hair before Sofie had come over, and, as usual, there wasn't a single one out of place.
"Tom, it's alright to cry, you know. Guys can cry after the end of a relationship. I know, I've made some of them do it." I joked as I crossed the room and stood behind him. "Give it a day or two, she might calm down. Or I could talk to her, tell her that we were drunk and it didn't mean anything...¦" I put my hand on his shoulder, and he placed his over it.
"Jen, there's no point. It's over." He muttered and stared at my eyes reflected in the mirror. "Finished. My heart wasn't in that relationship anyway if I'm honest. She just wasn't right for me, you know?" I kept quiet. I knew he wasn't expecting an answer to that. "And the girls I do like, well, they're too good for me. They don't deserve someone like me." He continued. He looked down to his lap, and instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Don't be daft, Tom. There are bound to be a thousand great girls out there desperate for some Fletcher lovin'. You are a great guy, and snogging me aside, probably a great boyfriend." I saw him smile slightly at that.
"I like one girl in particular, but she's so great that I couldn't ask her out because she would only say no. She's gorgeous, sweet, we have loads of things in common..But she is way too great for me." He confessed, and it took all my strength to keep the tears from forming in my eyes.
"We better get going." He whispered and I nodded and then headed back to my room to pick up my bag, praying I wouldn't meet anyone on the way. That was all I needed, someone to see me upset and figure out why.