Tangled Love

I sniffle before signalling for the tissue box. Ivory grabs a tissue, wiping her own eyes before passing it to me.

"It's just so sad, you know?" I sniffle, watching Rose pleading for Jack to wake up. He's clearly dead, his whole body turning blue and icicles forming on the strands of his hair.

"What a waste of a beautiful human," Ivory mumbles, blowing into her tissue. She turns towards me —

"I can't believe you've never watched the Titanic before Emily, it gets me every time."

We're both laying on the couch in our pyjama's, staring up at the TV where the movie is almost coming to an end. The door creaks open, revealing Jake and Tobias watching us with an amused expression.

"Really girls?" Tobias asks, shaking his head and chuckling at us both. He lunges forward and snatches the remote from Ivory's hand, causing her to shriek loudly.

"Tobias! No! It's almost the end!"

She runs at him, knocking over a vase of flowers on the coffee table. I sniffle again and wipe my eyes, looking up to find Jake standing over me holding back a laugh.

"Really Emily?" He grins down at me, his hands inside his jacket pockets.

"Shut up Melvin," I mumble at him, reaching for another spoonful of Nutella. I have to drown my sorrows in something. Before I have the chance to devour it, Jake plucks it out of my hands in one swift move.

cry over chick flicks. Ivory is rubbing off

for the nutella spoon again. Jake is quicker than me and suddenly I'm flung in the air with Jake's back as my only view. My mouth

I yell at him, slapping his back. He ignores my screams of protest and instead carries me effortlessly out of the

and I huff unhappily. I find myself suddenly being flung down

"That-was-not-funny." I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting. Jake rolls his eyes and pins me down onto the bed, his body over mine.

strong, you'll squash

laughs loudly, throwing his head back as the joyous sound fills

my chest

*****

is causing me to go insane.

on my trainers and clip the dogs lead onto her collar, leading

edge as I head for the local dog park. I need to do this. I can't stay locked up in fear forever. The local park is

another dog a few feet away. I tug on her leash and

through the stands of the tree's and I inhale deeply, loving the benefits Mother

small rustle from behind me catches my attention and I turn immediately only to find the branches swaying to and fro from the breeze. Stop being paranoid

I scold myself, feeling completely on edge. I push any paranoid thoughts to the back of my mind and begin to jog ahead of the dog, smiling as she follows me. We both weave our way through the trails, getting lost in a sea of trees

pathway, my muscles loosening the further I go. When I glance down, Boe isn't with me. I

echoing through the air. I decide to re-trace my steps and turn the corner, colliding into a hard chest.