Cara: Song WritingMature

I knew she was there, behind the door. I knew it. But she ignored me. I guess that was the final straw. I'd thought it was over before, but her hiding away from me, as if I was the one in the wrong... that just did it. I turned my back and marched downstairs.

Sam was in my room, packing.

"She's here."

She turned and examined me carefully.

"Did she speak to you?"

"No. She's hiding."

"Then how do you know?-"

"-I just know." She nodded and turned back to the bag. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I just- I'm mad with her. She's just let our friendship go, like it meant nothing. I didn't think she was capable of something like that."

"You've both changed Cara."

"I know." I sat on the bed and buried my face in my hands. "Sometimes I wish we hadn't."

"Why?"

"We'd still be friends. And we would never have gotten together, so we wouldn't be having this bloody mess."

"You wouldn't have been with me."

I glanced up and saw a flash of despair in Sam's eyes before she turned away to pick up one of my picture frames. I'd filled it with my favourite picture of me and Anna, but right now I couldn't bear to look at it. She stored it carefully in my bag. I felt instantly bad and stood up, rubbing my hand across her back until she turned round and allowed me to embrace her.

"I know. And I wouldn't give you up for the world." I kissed her gently. "You know, I don't have any photos of you. We've never taken photos, not once in all this time."

"There were photos from some nights out."

"But they're never just us two. I'd like some, so I can frame them."

"We should probably take some then. I have my camera at home."

"We'd better keep it with us then. I want to treasure every moment with you."

"What's got you like this? The sudden urge to make an album of our lives..."

"I just- I want to be looking through old photo albums one day and be able to turn to you and say, 'do you remember when we took this?' I think that would be nice."

She looked at me funny and smiled.

"You're a funny one."

"Your funny one."

"Oh I hope so. I hope you are, for a long time."

"I intend to be."

She gave me a quick pat on the bum and chuckled.

"I should think so." We kissed and I released her.

I started to take my clothes from the wardrobe and fold them neatly, before putting them in to the suitcase Sam had brought with her.

"You know the university year ends soon don't you? I shall have to go home."

"If you want."

"I have to see my family."

"I know. Why don't they come and stay with us for a few days, before you go back?"

"Um... well... I haven't exactly told them that I'm moving out."

"You haven't?"

"I only decided yesterday Sam, give me chance."

"Sorry, I know. They do...know about me don't they?"

"Yes. I mean, my dad wasn't too pleased, but yeah, they know."

"I hope I can meet them sometime." She gave me a small smile.

"What? What's that look for?"

"Nothing."

"Sam..."

"Nothing."

"Sam, if you don't tell me I'll..."

"You'll what?" She grinned cheekily.

"I'll be a hands free zone for a week. And lips free zone, before you get any ideas!" I giggled as she went to steal a kiss.

"Ok. Look, I just feel like I'm being hidden away is all."

"You're not..."

"I know. But sometimes it just feels that way."

"My mum's coming up to see me soon. You can meet her then. We'll go out for dinner or something."

"Ok, sounds nice."

"Maybe I'll pull some sort of stunt on you like you did with your mum."

"Oh god, am I ever going to live that down?"

"No." I chuckled.

The End

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