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."

the piece of popcorn in my mouth and quickly cough it

with the real Tobias?" I gasp, bringing light to the situation. His shoulders immediately relax and a small smile

enemy, I'd quite like it if we were to become

Who knows . . . Maybe it'll rub off on the two

me." I asked, eager to know what had caused them to dislike each other so much. Tobias sighed deeply, his face

"I did something unforgivable, I betrayed him and took something from him that he cared deeply about. Me and him were so close before it happened and I ruined it,"

never did so I took that as my cue to drop the subject. It wasn't my business to do so and I didn't want to appear

and his hair was sticking up in different directions. He wore black jogging bottoms that hung loosely on his

boy managed to look good.

me. He gave me a small smile in response,

his voice low and husky from

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