Traitor to My Heart
On The Mend
"Cait, Caity, Caitlyn..." No answer from the bathroom. I looked under the stalls and found a pair of scuffed boots. "Cait, open the stall, honey. Y'know how Lee gets, he di'int mean anything by it."
The stall opened and Caitlyn appeared in front of me, sitting on a lidded toilette seat, her eyes gleaming with tears. "Caity, y'know he loves you. Brits are nasty when they're drunk. Y'know that, you lived with me for a year."
Caity smiled and wiped her eyes after ten minutes of convincing, we re-entered the bar, Oliver sitting next to Lee, his arm draped around his shoulder, Lee drinking hot tea. Everyone else seemed to have left besides us four, the barman and five or so butch guys.
Oli saw us and said something to Lee, patting his back and getting up. He intercepted me from Cait who went to her boyfriend's side. Oli put his arm around me and we got into the car so we could get home to our nice little flat and be alone.
The stall opened and Caitlyn appeared in front of me, sitting on a lidded toilette seat, her eyes gleaming with tears. "Caity, y'know he loves you. Brits are nasty when they're drunk. Y'know that, you lived with me for a year."
Caity smiled and wiped her eyes after ten minutes of convincing, we re-entered the bar, Oliver sitting next to Lee, his arm draped around his shoulder, Lee drinking hot tea. Everyone else seemed to have left besides us four, the barman and five or so butch guys.
Oli saw us and said something to Lee, patting his back and getting up. He intercepted me from Cait who went to her boyfriend's side. Oli put his arm around me and we got into the car so we could get home to our nice little flat and be alone.