As much as I hated to disappoint my mum, I decided to come up with an excuse to get me out of having to remain with Taylor for the evening. I told her I was feeling under the weather and that I wouldn't want to spread anything to our guests and, while at first she hesitated, eventually mum agreed to allow me to retreat to my bedroom. I hugged Tia goodbye and said a hasty "bye" to Taylor before going up the stairs.

I softly closed the door of my room behind me and, after kicking off my shoes, sat down against the headboard of my bed. I reached out to grab my laptop and turned it on, then sat waiting for what seemed like hours for my desktop to finally load up. I immediately logged into Facebook and scrolled down the list of my friends that were online at that time and clicked on Jenna's name to open our conversation.

Sara Davidson: Talk to meee – meal with you know who was pants.

I only had to wait around thirty seconds before a small noise told me that Jenna had replied.

Jenna Walker: Oh no  was he a total arse?

Sara Davidson: Lost count of how many times I caught his hand wandering. Ew. So arrogant. And he said dad's words as well. I totally freaked out. Sat in my room right now since I'm 'ill'.

Jenna Walker: Your mum fell for your excuse? Man I wish my parents were that chill – I'd have got a full interrogation before they let me get away from them. He said the words? Awh Sara I'm sorry. How about a shopping trip tomorrow?

Sara Davidson: Perks of being an only child – ya mum is a softie. Yeh sounds good – I'll text Jax. Thanking youuu.

Jenna Walker: No worries – what else am I here for other than to hear your rants? That's what best friends do girl.

After agreeing on a time and place to meet, I texted Jax to let him know of our plans and of course the fashionista was more than willing to drop any other plans he had made in order to join the shopping trip. If only he had the same commitment with his school work...

I could still hear laughter from downstairs and it made me smile to know how happy mum was. For so long after dad died she'd been in this little shell, and while of course there have been times where she has appeared carefree, times where she's smiled and laughed, I hadn't seen her eyes return to the brightness that had been present before dad's death until tonight. Perhaps Tia Summers would be the woman to re-make her, and with the exception of Tia's son, I saw no fault in their evident new friendship.

I decided that I may as well get changed into my pyjamas because, even though it was only 8pm, it wasn't like I had any further plans for the evening was it? I went over to one of the bedside cabinets I had and removed the Minnie Mouse pyjamas from the drawer as well as picking up my towel, before going into the bathroom and having a shower. I wasn't the sort of person who ends up staying the shower for up to an hour simply contemplating their life's troubles and so after around fifteen minutes I was done since I had had decided that I would wash my hair the following morning. All I wanted was to go into bed and stalk people on Twitter, since that had become my new favourite hobby. (Don't judge me; it's very interesting ya know.)

I hit 'play' on my phone so that the music would start, since I hate silence and I may as well jam it out a bit while I was brushing my teeth. 'One Dance' was the song that first met my ears and so as I was getting ready for my busy evening of finding gossip, I was wiggling my hips about every now and then while mouthing all of the words.

Eventually though the Sara Davidson concert had to come to an end and after hanging my towel over the warm rail on the wall I walked back into my room, shutting the door behind me once more.

I'd just folded my outfit up and placed them back into my wardrobe (they had only made a 90 minute appearance, no need to wash the clothes just yet) when there was a soft knock on the door. Naturally I assumed it was mum coming up to check on me and I automatically said "Come in," not bothering to turn around and actually check who it was.

Whyyy didn't I check who it was?

Instead of hearing mum's soft voice, full of concern, I heard a rather low one. A male voice; that only meant Taylor. It had become a habit for me to be seeing him while clothed in these pyjamas.

"I just wanted to say sorry for whatever happened downstairs earlier...I didn't realise I was being such an idiot for you to have to make up some lame headache excuse," he said just as I turned around. Once more I saw his eyebrow rise at my clothing, but this time I was beyond caring.

"It's cool, just bad memories," I replied, choosing to ignore his way of describing my excuse – I thought it was perfectly plausible.

Surprisingly, Taylor didn't further explore the matter further and for that I was grateful. He simply nodded in supposed understanding and the two of us stood in silence for a few seconds.

"My mum said she hopes you're okay by the way. I think she already loves you," he added and I actually managed a small smile. You see I'm one of those people who can't stand it when people don't like you – I strive for adults particularly to view me favourably.

"Well, thank you," I replied after a while and following a second "bye" Taylor left my room and I was once more in silence.

It wasn't for another hour or two that I heard a chorus of goodbyes downstairs and the front door shutting signalled that our visitors had left. I suppose they could stay till late since it wasn't like they had a long journey home. Mum came in to check on me later on but I pretended to be asleep, not wanting any questions asked since she knew me well to know that something deeper had been affecting me earlier on in the evening.

My evening of scrolling through various profiles and viewing numerous indirect tweets (even though it was entirely obvious who they were aimed at) soon came to an end and thankfully as soon as my eyes closed I was able to drift off to Dreamland, away from memories of my last conversation with dad and away from the bipolar character of Mr Taylor Summers.

A/N

So it took a while for this update I know, my apologiesss.

Reached my target of 300 reads by next update though - yay! Thanks to you all.

Continue letting me know of any stories I should read - I have sorted out my library so that I have a lot of space for new books. I'm really into vampire ones right now...I dunno why haha.

So Britain has left the EU and it's like all hell has broken loose - Wattpad can be my safe place :')

Thanks for reading once again,

Amelia <3