Chapter 2

I walked for 20 minutes to Lloyd’s house. Snow still clung lifelessly to the pavements, so the slope down to his house was more slippery than normal. I raised my hand to knock on the door that hadn't changed in the slightest in the past 14 years, and a car beeped behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Rhona.

“Hey Ros!” she shouted, less than 10 feet away from me. She turned, said bye to her dad, and slammed the car door before skipping to me and the door.

“Stop nicknaming me!” I protested weakly, “You know I hate being called anything but Rosalyn.” I rolled my eyes. Would she ever get the hang of not shortening my name every time she saw me? I very much doubted it.

“Fine. You actually going to knock?” Rhona half giggled. Joining her with a half-hearted chuckle, I moved my hand forward to knock, and turned my head just in time to stop myself from hitting the boy in the door way.

 "Oh hell…” I muttered under my breath. “Please tell me you missed all of that, Lloyd.”

“I missed all of it,” Lloyd said, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. “I saw from the car horn onwards though.” He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, an ear to ear grin filling his face.

“No, no, no!” I said each word as I hit him feebly with my arms. He got a weak shot in, and I fell to the floor as he caught my ribs.

He stepped outside to help me up, as Rhona had stepped away to laugh. I took his outstretched hand, and dug my fingers in to the back of him knee with the other. With that, he joined me on the icy floor.

"Ok, ok!" he laughed, rolling up onto his knees. "You win."

Using him as support, I pulled myself upright and looked through the open door. At the bottom of the stairs I could see the neat line of shoes. Lloyds, his mums, his sisters... I froze. At the end of the row stood a pair that looked completely out of place in the tiny beige room. A huge pair of black combat boots.

"Up you get girl," Rhona held her hand out and pulled me up off the icy ground. "Think you just exceeded your injury quota for the week." She smiled at me, and I scowled as I brushed myself off, noticing the cut that had appeared on my hand.. Lloyd stepped back inside and started up the stairs.

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