Because, even though we’d fought again and he said awful, mean things, they ceased to matter when he apologized. After I took his hand, when he slipped his fingers between mine, I just knew that everything would be okay. Then, I leant against him and rest my head on his shoulder and he didn’t even move or shrug me off. He didn’t seem to care and I felt warm and right and just perfect. Like that’s where I belonged.

I have no idea what to do.

He probably doesn’t even like me.

It felt like he likes me. There was just this… charge, this energy and everything felt peaceful and comfortable and certainly he felt it? That it was just… right? Because… it just… you could feel it, there’s no way to describe the perfection and rightness I felt. Ag! Oh, Merlin.

Had they been together? Is that why he wasn’t around – cos he was with Sabrina?

Ich. Go away, tummy pangs.

I am not jealous. There’s no way I’m jealous. They were friends first.

Everyone but for Sams— NO NO NO! Stop thinking of him! Think pleasant. How sweet of Callie to have said something. Especially as catty and treacherous as she is. Pleasant thoughts, Issy, that was hardly pleasant.

Sigh. Why won’t he at le— Stop there Missy.

Why is it so hard to not think about him?

…and why is the train slowing…?