Tangled Love

Moments pass and nothing happens.

No screaming and no fighting.

I press my ear against the crack in the door, listening out for their voices. All I can hear is the faint buzz of their conversation. They aren't yelling or raising their voice. What the hell is Tobias telling him?

I sit anxiously, my leg shaking up and down as I wait for Jake to leave Tobias' room.

"This isn't right." I mumble, standing back onto my feet. The door swings open and Jake walks out, his gaze landing on me.

"You were planning a surprise party for me?" Jake asks uneasily and I look at Tobias who's stood behind Jake. Tobias signals for me to nod so I nod automatically, looking back at Jake. An uneasy feeling sits in the pit of my stomach and I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing we're both lying for him.

"That doesn't explain why you ran off." Jake questions me and I glance back at Tobias, unsure on what to say. I've never been very good at lying and this time is no different.

"Yeah, uhm. . . sorry about that. I kind of freaked out." I mumble quietly. Jake narrows his eyes at me and Tobias suspiciously, his gaze flickering between the both of us.

birthday so why a

the hospital. Ivory and I were planning it for you two and Emily

had it hard lately so we wanted a night to just cut loose," Tobias shrugs and I smile tightly at

Jake asks and I open my mouth to let him know it's been

point in carrying on with a lie

widen my eyes at him, glaring.

any special requests?" He asks and Jake turns towards him shrugging.

"Whatever," he responds before grabbing my hand and leaning over to place a gentle kiss on my temple. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, hating myself

kind of short notice but I suppose having some fun won't hurt. Mum and Aunty Myra are out too, nice thinking Muffin." Jake grins at me and I smile back at

mumbles, disappearing behind his bedroom door to get dressed. My

How can I when we both lied to him

around to see who can

walk back to my room. I close my eyes

*****

Within a few hours we had around fifty friends coming over. . . And that isn't including the plus ones. I groan at myself in the mirror, tugging at my pyjamas. "I didn't even want this party," I mumble unhappily, a

searches through her closet. Music plays quietly in