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CHAPTER 8

Finn watched from the betting shop window as Matilda crossed the road and made her way home. "What're you doing now," John asked, peering over his brothers shoulder.

"Making sure nobody bothers her on her way home,"

"And you don't think it'd be less weird just walking her there instead of watching her from the window?" John frowned. Finn stared at him, wanting him to go away. John snorted, turning on his heels and walking off.

As Matilda opened the door to her house, she frowned at how tidy it was.

"Mum?" She called out, entering the kitchen. "Hello, Tilda," Janice said happily, wiping her hands on an apron. "What's going on, mum?"

"I, er..wanted to tidy up, i'm trying to be better," her mother said, placing a hand on the table. Tilly smiled slightly. "That's good mum, really good."

Janice smiled, nodding and opening the oven to take out whatever she'd put in earlier. "Do you have any plans today?" The woman asked. Tilly thought for a second, "no i don't think so, why?"

"Just wondering," Janice said, putting the cookies into a plate.

Tilly was somewhat proud of her mother for wanting to make a change and try be better. Although she knew the happiness would be short lived.

"Well, i'm going upstairs, but well done, mum, for trying." She gave her mother another smile and began going up the stairs.

She frowned when she saw a bouquet of red roses on her bed. Tilly picked them up and pulled the small note out from the middle of them.

'I'm sorry'

She scoffed and dropped them into the small bin beside her vanity, moving to the small pile of folded clothes and began putting them away.

There was only person they could've been from. Billy. Because if it was Finn or Isiah, or anybody else, they'd have gotten her white roses. Not red. She'd noticed that Billy had forgotten that she didn't like red. Why?

Once Tilly had finished tidying up her bedroom, she heard muffled talking downstairs and a door closed, but thought nothing of it. If it was anyone for her, it'd probably be Finn.

A small knock sounded from her own door, "come in," she said, placing a handful of ribbons into the box inside her drawer.

The door opened and Billy stood.

"Hello..again." She sighed, standing up straight.

He leaned against the wooden doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?"

"Anything, missed your face." He said, trying to make himself sound like he actually cared about her. Matilda licked her bottom lip, wanting him to go away. "I'd rather not talk, Billy."

Billy's eyes darted across the room, looking for the flowers he'd got her. "That's nice of you, Tilly." He said sarcastically, picking up the bouquet from the bin.

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