Tangled Love

Tobias and I sit together silently for a few hours, binge watching a series on TV about a murder house. Occasionally one of us will make a slight comment when things get a little gruesome or exciting. There's a bowl of popcorn nestled between us on the couch and the sun is beginning to rise outside causing it to create a soft glow inside the room.

It's early hours in the morning and the birds begin to sing their song. I yawn and stretch my arms over my head, shifting in position to get comfortable.

"How are you still tired? I've never met someone who can sleep for so long." Tobias comments, his gaze never leaving the TV screen.

The main character had been stabbed with a piece of glass and blood was cascading down the walls. Clearly Tobias is enjoying it too much to look away . . .

"I haven't slept well for years, living with someone like Trevor can do that to you so I'm making the most of it whilst I can." I half joke. I take another handful of popcorn and watch Tobias still before turning towards me. His brown eyes flash with sympathy and I immediately curse myself for bringing up the topic of Trevor.

"I haven't been the most welcoming since you got here. Just because I have issues with Jake doesn't mean it should effect the friendship between you and I." Tobias says quietly. My eyebrows raise in surprise from his sudden honesty and I open my mouth to respond but he cuts me off —

"I'm sorry Emily. It won't happen again."

my mouth and

immediately relax and a small smile flickers across his face. A silent peace offering settles between us and I'm grateful for that.

Tobias doesn't have to be my enemy, I'd quite like it if we were

on the two cousins and get them to sort

had caused them to dislike each other so much. Tobias sighed deeply, his face turning serious. His eyes held guilt in them and he turned towards me

Me and him were so close

him to elaborate but he never did so I took that as my cue to drop the

The door of the living room opened slowly and Jakes head popped round. His eyes looked sleepy and his hair was sticking up in different directions. He wore black jogging bottoms that hung loosely on his hips. His white shirt clung to his arms showing off his strength and I

the morning, this boy managed to look good.

me a small smile in response, warily glancing between me and Tobias. Jealousy flashes through his

me, his voice low

confused as to what he's implying. I sigh and push myself off the sofa, grabbing the bowl