I Love CupCakes

Rachael’s house 2.30pm

Rachael handed me a cup of tea just like we used to when we sat down and had a little chat. I felt safe with Rachael. I didn’t need a body guard when I was with her, she was scary enough on her own. I smiled to myself at my own thoughts and glanced over to her as she held another cup of tea and a few magazines with my face on it

Kate Maden, worried looks it read she frowned and threw it back down

“People are starting to see through your invisibility cloak Kate,” she muttered.

“I know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Hide.”

“Don’t.”

“Why?”
“Because if you do then they will know something is wrong Kate.”

There was silence.

“It didn’t end like I said it did with Gemma.”

“What?”

“Me and Gemma, it didn’t end with her leaving me for good…”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember in my book...”

Her eyes widened and she tensed.
“Yes about that, I haven’t read it yet.”

I smiled and sighed standing up I pulled a copy from herself and turned to the tenth chapter

Chapter 10
In love with a dream

11th October
So here I am, I’m on a one top one basis with Kaylie again but the thing is she’s not online, she usually is by now. I don’t know why she’s not online, maybe I’m being paranoid and I’m just getting my times wrong anyways so I’ll wait for her.

12th October

So Kaylie’s not been online and I’m getting worried two days without her online, I hope everything is ok and that she’s not hurt. I spoke to Stefani today. She’s the administrator on Habbcrazy and one of my best mates. Her DJ name is DJ N.Dubs and she’s absolutely amazing .
One because she’s gay.
Two because she’s in love with Lady GaGa .
Three she’s the coolest friend I could ask for and the funniest.

She said that Kaylie hadn’t been online all day and that there was nothing to worry about but what if there is? What if she ran?

14th October
Still no sign of Kaylie. Outside of my computer life I’ve been getting close to my new group of friends there a right laugh especially peter, I send Kaylie three Facebook messages and a dozen Skype messages. I just hope she gets them.

-Compose New Message-
Hey Kaylie, I miss you, where are you?
-Send-

-Compose New Message-
Hey I miss you still and I haven’t said it in a while but i love you =]
-Send-

15th October

-Loading Facebook-
-Search Kaylie-
-User unknown-

I frowned

-Opening Friends List-
-Search Kaylie-
-This username is no longer available-

My heart sank down as I scanned Facebook for her username, where is she. I clicked on some old photos she commented on and clicked on her name

-This Users Account Is No Longer Active-

My eyes widened and I rushed to open Skype.

-Search Cupcakes-
-No Users Found-

My mouth dropped open and I just starred at the little message that had popped up, one last try I thought.

I opened a new tab.

-Search Msn-

-Log In-

-Compose New message-
-Hey-
-Send-
.
.
.
.
.
-Bing-
-New Message-
-Message opened-
-Delivery Report-
No users found to this address

She’s gone.

I closed the book.

“It then skips a few months and so and so to the end where Kaylie shows up and ends it with a kiss,” I muttered throwing it on to the table. There was a small silence in the room and Rachael finally spoke
“So that chapter was a lie?”

“Yes.”

“So what happened?”

“I ended it with her.”

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t cope, and there was another.”

“Who?”

“Natasha…”

Her mouth dropped.

“Remember when we were 16 I dated her for a week, and broke up when I realized I still loved Gemma?”

“Oh yes?”

“Yea well Gemma didn’t talk to me ever again and I didn’t hear from her ever again, she blocked me on everything…”

“Why did you change it?”

“It was too painful for me to write, I was so scared of being left alone Natasha was there. She wasn’t it seemed like a good idea, and then I realized how much it wasn’t.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know.”

“As long as this doesn’t get out we should be fine…”

“Yes we should be...”

The night ended in tears of old memories and the old picture I found of Gemma on my computer. Should I tell people the truth? And if I did then wouldn’t people hate her for leaving me, or rather thinking she did? If I told them it was true. I would have to tell them that I left her. Last thing I remember is crying myself to sleep.