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cheating. Sure, it was disrespectful that she had done it in their bed. But they didn’t even sleep in the same room. Her bed had been hers for so many years now, I couldn’t even remember a time that my parents were actually together.
    As I found my seat and sat on the train, I thought about what I was going to tell Ryan. He said that he had a flat in Manchester which he shared with another guy. He sounded so old, even though he had only been there a couple of weeks.
    Everything about us had changed and, as I picked up the phone to call him, he beat me to it.
    “Hey, you on the train?”
    He sounded so excited, just like I was when I had booked the tickets.
    “I am officially on my way,” I said as the driver made the announcement that we would reach there in just over two and a half hours.
    “I wish I could talk to you for the whole journey.”
    Now, I knew that I wasn’t the only sappy one. He was just as bad as I was and, at times, he could be even worse.
    “Well, you could if you wanted to?”
    “Really?” he screeched down the phone. “But you need to study, girl. Cause when you get here, I’m going to do all types of nasty.”
    “Is that a promise?” I flirted.
    He laughed, “Yep, I even cleaned up yesterday. I wanted everything to be perfect for when you got here.”
    That was the thing I loved about him the most. Most guys would pretend that they hadn’t made a fuss, but Ryan always said exactly what was on his mind. It just made me love him even more. The one thing that I was missing in my life was honesty.
    “Good boy.”
    He continued, “I even bought some silk sheets. Don’t get the wrong idea, it's not like I’m made of money, but I thought that I would treat you, and I even found some nice restaurants that we could go to.”
    “You mean we're not going to be eating at McDonald’s?”
    I sighed with a fake disappointment.
    “Nah, not even Starbucks. I can’t stand that shit any more.”
    I laughed, “I must admit I was getting sick and tired of the stuff too. So, where are we eating?”
    “I may not be the most romantic guy on the earth, but I would like to leave an element of surprise. Is it two hours and thirty minutes yet?”
    I laughed, “I think it’s now two hours and twenty five minutes.”
    “Shit, is that all?”
    “Afraid so.”
    Then I remembered that he had a roommate, “What about the guy that you’re sharing with, will he be there?”
    I just wanted to know what to expect when I got there.
    “Nah, he has a girlfriend here so he's staying with her on the weekends. The game tomorrow is only a friendly one. There are no matches until after the summer, so I think the coach just wanted to get a feel for some of us new players. Why?”
    I went quiet, because all of a sudden I thought about the girls that would go to matches, just to hook up with the guys thinking that they would be professional footballers one day. Suddenly the distance between us felt so wide. He must have known why I was quiet because he said, “Remember, Nicola Willis, I love you.”
    I smiled so much that I felt as if I heard everyone on the train say, “Ahhhh.” But I knew that it was a figment of my imagination. No one was interested in us, let alone me. I was just a silly woman that was supposed to go to uni and now I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. There was this really stupid part of me, the one that heard my aunt say that she would support me. I thought about studying. At least I would get my A levels out of the way, so if I did decide to have the baby I could go to uni eventually. Maybe Aunt would support me. Or, better still, Ryan would.
    “Let me catch up on some reading seeing as I’m not getting any done this weekend.”
    “Well, I’ve got to go to the game tomorrow, but I’m on the bench so I doubt I’ll play. But I need to get up early. Apart from that I’m all yours until Sunday night when you go back.”
    Good, because we had some catching up to do and it would take

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