When the sun rises, everyone is quick to scatter like mice running from cats. Blake returns to take care of London, Tori goes home to continue sleeping off her hangover, while Kyle stays to clean the house before my parent's return.

It isn't messy, but his help to wash and re-dress the beds is greatly appreciated. As they say, many hands makes light work, and with two beds to redo, I'm going to need the help. The fitted sheets are the worst to put on! They spring off and it involves a lot more work for a double bed.

"We should be singing work from home," Kyle calls out. "Because we're working and it's your home."

"Do you know what's missing?" I shout back.

"Sexy men?" He chuckles.

"No, the working part," I tease.

Kyle mumbles something and then the sound of a pillow being thrown into the hallway. I poke my head out the bedroom to see one of the European display pillows laying on the ground. Kyle has another one poised in his hands to throw, so I close the door and continue working.

I strip the sheeting from the pillows and blanket before wrestling with the fitted sheet. It easily tugs off until it gets caught under the head board. I tug a little more and then crash into my side table when the sheet springs free.

The picture frame falls directly onto the floor without a wobble for me to intervene. I hear the cracking of glass which leaves me cringing.

"Good thing it's already broken." I sigh.

Grabbing the already broken frame from the ground, I open the top drawer and slip it inside. As I do this, I notice the journal has been moved from its original position. I grab the journal and flick through the drawings.

There's a few nature scenes but a majority are of the same girl. In some sketches, it's rough and it's hard to make out a comparison while in others, you can clearly see it could be Tori. Maybe I am right and they do mean something to her?

"Kyle," I shout. "Come here quickly!"

There's heavy footfall down the hallway until Kyle shoves the door open and rushes to my side.

"What's wrong? You sound like you're about to be murdered," he comments.

"Do you think Tori and Logan ever had a thing? There's this-"

Kyle nabs the journal from my hands and roughly closes it. The book makes a 'thwack' noise which eerily echoes through the room. His face hardens as he straightens his poise.

"You are not Sherlock Holmes, Ava, leave it be!"

"But-"

"Whatever Logan did in the past is the past. Don't bust your friendship or relationship when it's working so well." Kyle puts the journal on the side table as a way to finish the conversation, but the curiosity keeps me alive.

"Fine," I groan. "But aren't you just-"

"No." He shakes his head.

"Don't you remember Logan's secret lover?"

"Yes, because he'd sneak through your bedroom window," comments Kyle. "What's the point of this conversation?"

"Tori could be that girl! It would explain why he couldn't tell anyone who he was seeing."

"Drop it because I want nothing to do with this." With a shake to his head, Kyle walks out of the room.

"But Kyle," I shout.

I drop the sheets on the ground and chase after him.

"I know you're curious too," I yell.

"Just remember, cats only have nine lives and you've basically used them all," Kyle replies.

"Fine, have it your way." I pout. "I'll drop it."

Even though I'm desperate to figure out the mystery brewing before me, Kyle does have a point, I can't keep muddling things up for everyone. How many times can I ruin a relationship before I lose them?

At the end of the day, Blake is London's father and always will be. If he wants to, then one day, perhaps Blake can dive into the mystery and figure it out himself. It's his life after all and the past is the past. I need to learn to leave it there.

It would be nice to know more about Logan's death. Some things don't add up despite what they say. And if the past has taught me anything, nobody tells the truth around here.

I collect the sheets from the ground and trek back to the laundry to shove it in the machine. Thankfully, it's big enough that the sheets fit in without having to do a couple of cycles. I press a few buttons, put some detergent in and then start the washer.

When the machine starts filling with water, I walk to the lounge room and sit with Kyle on the couch. I grab the cushion and put it on Kyle's lap so that I can snuggle in.

Kyle idly flicks through the channels before landing on a somewhat interesting day movie.

"Are we okay?" I question.

Instead of looking at Kyle, my eyes stay nervously glued to the television.

"Yes, Ava, I like our friendship the way it is," he comments.

"Hansie and funny?" I laugh.

"And cuddle buddies for life." Kyle places his hand on my shoulder and jiggles my side. I smack his leg which makes him stop.

"Maybe," I tease.

"Maybe? Says the needy one," he scoffs.

Rolling onto my back, I look at him and glare at him. Needy? He thinks I'm the needy one? Sure, I've asked him for help, but that doesn't make me needy!

"Needy? You think I'm the needy one. At least I'm not boring." I poke my tongue out like a child.

"Then you're boring," he retorts.

"You're such a child."

"No, you're the child." He laughs.

I smack his shoulder with my cushion and then he takes it off me. Kyle places the cushion on his lap and then wraps his arm around my neck. I'm forcibly pushed so that I lay back down.

"I'm not your doll you can cuddle," I grumble.

"Yes you are and I will."

Instead of poking him about it, I snuggle in. We might just be friends but we'll always be snuggle buddies. After all, we've known each other for a long time and it would be weird to be without him.

Kyle and I continue to watch television until my parents return. Dad quickly wanders off to put their baggage away while Mum stops in the doorway to watches us.

"Aw, I've missed seeing the pair of you like this," she comments.

"Shh, you're embarrassing." I throw the pillow at Mum but it misses her by a mile. She laughs at my horrible throwing skills before walking away.

I awkwardly lay across Kyle's bony knees and groan, "Why did I throw away the cushion?"

"That's your problem." Kyle chuckles.

I keep wiggling around to get comfortable until something starts buzzes against my shoulder blade.

"Sorry about that," he apologises.

I sit up so that Kyle can grab the phone from his pocket.

"Hey, Char," he answers.

There's silence until Kyle flicks my shoulder. I wince and then smack him back for hurting me.

"Don't worry, I'm still alive. Just hanging out with Ava," he explains.

Kyle chuckles at something Charlotte says and then moves the phone to the other ear. I poke his abdomen which annoys him.

"Yes, I've been keeping out of trouble."

There's a commotion in the kitchen and then Mum walks into the room.

"Kyle, are you staying for dinner?" she asks.

"Um." Kyle looks at me and then back at her.

"You can invite Charlotte if you like?"

Kyle relays the message and then smiles at her answer.

"Yeah, she'll come."

"This will be great! I haven't seen Charlotte in such a long time either." Mum returns to the kitchen, thus leaving us alone.

Kyle hands up the phone and then I return to laying across his lap. It's not comfortable, but I can't be bothered moving to get the cushion.

"When Charlotte gets here, do you think she'll cuddle with us?" I laugh.

"Hm, that sounds like a good idea." He nods.

We cuddle on the couch until Charlotte arrives at the house. Mum greets her at the door and then directs her to the lounge room. As she walks into the room, Kyle sits up straighter and smiles happily.

"Come and cuddles up," says Kyle.

Unsure, Charlotte walks towards the couch and hesitantly stands in front. Kyle takes her hand and pulls her onto his lap. Charlotte nervously laughs as I move out of the way. He kisses her cheek and then wraps one arm around each of us.

"I feel like a pimp right now."

"Yup, that feels like it." I laugh.

Awkwardly enough, the three of us snuggle up comfortably on the couch. It's nice that the three of us can be friends without things getting too weird. I don't want Charlotte to see me as competition, just as a weird friend.

I've had a lot to think about over the last couple of months and the very few kisses we shared aren't anything like what I've have with Blake. I hope that Charlotte is the female version of Blake in his life!

I think Kyle is sprouting some major BS about not wanting to know. Do you wanna know what's happening? What do you think is happening? Props for the Thomas theory, that makes everything else that will happen in the book a little less f-ed up xD