I walked into the reception area and was sopped by the receptionist. I know she recognised me but every time I entered this place she pulled me aside for ten minutes to confirm who I was and that I was allowed in this place. What made it more irritating was she always called people throughout making the whole process much longer than necessary.

I tapped my foot impatiently before just giving up.

“You know who I am” I said and walked though the foyer, ignoring her threats that she'd get security. I approached the studio room, and paused, the door was slightly ajar and I could hear voices inside.

“Are you sure this'll work out? Won;t she find out?” Matt's voice said.

“Hush, don't worry. She'll never know a thing” A female voice replied. It took me a few seconds to figure out the voice was Fiona's. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But then I had no clue what they were talking about. I could be completely misunderstanding here -

“Let's get started already, I wait all day for you, you know” She replied, her voice impatient and edged with...lust? Oh god no, this wasn't happening.

“Yeah, I know, it just takes a while to get away from her. I'm no good at hiding stuff” He responded, he was right, he sucked at it. He had the subtlety of a flashing neon sign.

I didn't wait to hear anymore. I wasn't going to listen to that activity. I could feel the throb of pain growing in my chest. But I pushed it aside. I know my mind wasn't thinking clearly. I stormed past the receptionist. Suddenly understanding why she always stopped me. I glared her way and she looked sheepishly past. Then it was on the street. I had no clue where to go. I wish I'd never left home to be with Matt. I doubt my parents will ever forgive me for it. There was no one to talk to, no one except. I pulled out my phone and dialled.

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Just a little something I've been working on :)

updated Oct 19 '11 by Cat_Monty