So Far, (It's Alright.)

What time you comin' out?

10:30pm Saturday Night, Manchester UK.

  "It's a little late to be going out, don't you think, Char?" Her concerned best friend said over the phone, trying to convince her not to go out drinking for the  sixth time that week.
"I'll be fine, Dylan. You worry too much." She retorted, pulling on her black pumps with one hand while holding her phone in the other.
"You don't worry enough, Charlotte. You're gonna end up hurting yourself y'know!" She slightly raised her voice.
"Stop worrying, I'll check in with you later on, okay?" She tried to compromise.
"Fine, don't go home with anyone." She gave up.
"Wasn't planning on it." Charlotte replied before hanging up and heading out the door.

11:15pm, South Club.
  She was sat at the bar, sipping some drink that the bartender had recommended while looking around at her surroundings. Everyone seemed pretty wrecked, music blasting left right and centre and people grinding on each other like there was no tomorrow. If she were tipsier she'd probably be out there too, grinding on some random lad with a drink in her hand, but she wasn't. Instead she was here, alone, feeling pretty shitty in all honesty because she probably should've gone over to Dylan's house to watch the bachelor and eat popcorn.

Just when Charlotte was about to order another drink, she felt a tap on her shoulder. As she turned around she was greeted by a familiar tall brunet, but today he had a 5'4 blonde woman on his arm instead of her. "Fancy seeing you here, George." She scoffed, looking up at the man before her and seeing how he'd barely changed since the last time she saw him. "Could say the same about you, Charlotte." He chuckled dryly. "Well who's this then?" Charlotte inquired, looking down at the bimbo on her ex's arm then back up to his face. "Oh, this is Renée." He replied, not elaborating any further. "Charlotte." Charlotte said simply, a huge grin on her face masking her subtle jealousy as she shook Renée's hand. "Pleasure." Renée replied, weakly shaking Charlotte's hand before letting go and turning to George. "Geeeorrrrrrgeeee, let's get out of here baby." She whined pathetically, earning an eye roll from Charlotte and an exasperated sigh from George. "Well then, it was nice seeing you, Char. You have my number." He said before the couple turned on their heels and walked out of the building.

2:30am Charlotte and Genevieve's Flat.
  "You'll never guess who I saw tonight." Charlotte started, grabbing her box of corn flakes from the cupboard and turning to pour some in her bowl. "Who'd you see babe?" Her Irish friend replied from the living room couch. "George, and not just George; George and one of his birds." She finished, rolling her eyes and flopping down next to Gen on the couch. "Yuck, was she cute?" She asked. "Not even, she just looked like some coked up bitch he found at a 3 star bar." She replied, eating a spoonful of her cereal. "Yikes, well you know you can do better, anyway. Even though he was kinda cute." Genevieve shrugged, playing with the ends of her dyed auburn hair. "Y'know you're right. I don't even need a man right now, I am perfectly fine on my own." Charlotte nodded her head, mostly trying to convince herself of this. "That's the spirit!" Gen cheered, giving Charlie a sweet side hug before continuing, "I'm gonna hit the sheets, we'll get breakfast together tomorrow though." She finished, getting up and stretching a little before heading down the hall to her room.

That night Charlotte had a bit of a hard time getting to sleep, constant memories of her and George's relationship taunting her head and making her miss him yet again. She tried as hard as she could to repress these thoughts and memories but somehow, they kept on coming back.

    To be continued.

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