As soon as Heather opened the door, a sense of warm and peace washed over, leaving her at ease and with a strange sense of happines. A sweet smile saluted her from the other side of the door, as a long forgotten friend came to view.

"Jamie?!" Heather's voice ripped through the silence, a note higher than the piercing sound of the rain taping against the windows with rage.

"My, my Heather. Have you taken as a personal mission to make your old friends deaf" The girl brushed past Heather rubbing her ear, as if that would make it better "If your are mad at me 'cause my stay in Europe lasted a bit too long, just say it sweetheart no need to make me deaf. And if that's the case then I'm sorry darling"

The girl raised an eyebrow as Heather watched her.

"My, my. What did they did to you in Manchester?" Heather mocked hastily of the girl's expressions before attempting to hug the girl before her. As she threw her arms around the girl, she was stopped by the girl's hand in a obvious halt possition.

"Hooold!" She claimed ceremonially before swiftly removing her coat, then hughing her with a sweet smile.

"My, my Jamie, it's been so long, too long I would say" The smile of Heather's face faded as the other girl begun with a confidential tone.

"Darling, I heard about... That. I'm really sorry. You deserve better than... I'm sorry. You don't deserve any of the things that you've gone through" The girl finished with a sad smile her arms still surrounding Heather. She pulled back with a smile than reached her eyes and cuontinued "But now you're home and so am I, and we both suffer from love, so I say we get drunk"

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"Wow, Jamie you're quite a poet"

"It's not my fault I have such a natural talent. So what you say?" The girl beamed with joy as she clasped her hands together. Heather turned around and begun to recolect her bags spread through the room as she spoke.

" 'Am really happy to see you Jamie. But 'am afraid it's not gonna be. I got to unpack, and am really tired besides I got ma-" She spun on her heels as a sob interrupted her. Jamie walked backwards until her back hit the wall, then let herself fall to the ground. She rose her knees to her chest, rounding them with her arms and burrying her head in her legs. Soon rivers of tears were falling down her face, as she tried to quiet the sobbings that abandoned her mouth.

"Talk to me girl" Heather pleaded as she collapsed next to Jamie. Soon her friend was crying ininteligible words.

"Iii meit aif guuuoy aaaanit Manchesre aaan d it waaaa per fee ct. Heeei waaas teii guehduuy Aiik wantesad to groww olooold with. Anndewhu then I cauuhhhht hiiiennm withbhhhhh aaiuaa girl. Je saodf yhjis annnd thta anaann cab yoooou beloiiive i beeellliedmvedd him. Itgh kept haapaopeening over aabdd ove, annn I forghggaveee hieem everyime. Tyhhen iiit goootqqb bad, annn I HAASFFD tisfffo leave"

"It's okay, baby girl, it's okay" Heather tried to think what could she say to confort her, then it popped to her head. "What you say about that drink?"

Jamie beamed with joy again as she rose to her feet.

"Fancy a Jhonnie Walker Blue?" Jamie smiled innocently as she showed Heather a blue box.

"Hell yeah" Jamie helped her to her feet before they collapsed together on the couch. The nice blue box soon flied across the room, as the bottle loosed it's tap. The TV went on, some random show that's suposse to be a comedy playing. The time passed and so did the bottle soon it was empty and rolling on the floor. Suddenly Jamie screamed at the top of her lungs

"Look at that bloke!!!"

"Who tha fuck are you and what brithis movie shitted you?!"

"Just look at him!"

By the time Heather looked the "bloke" was gone and Jamie had fallen asleep.