Long distance friendships are pretty common these days. And so, I guess are long distance relationships. Some may frown upon them, whereas others find it almost normal. Millie Townsley is one of those who finds it easier to talk online. Her life outside of the internet is pretty tough, so she turns to James Miller for advice and support. But life through the internet isn't at all any easier. Not when she's fallen in love with her best friend who lives in a whole other country. Oh, and the fact that he may never feel the same way.


2. Chapter Two

   Looking through the photos I had taken at lunch, I came across one of the photos and knew instantly this had to be given to coach. The shot featured one of the defenders in mid-air, the ball just touching his forehead. I was proud that I had managed to catch a photo just before the player did a header.

    “Skype?” I read, after hearing my phone buzz. I looked at my watch and realised it was 10PM. James had just got home from school. I pushed the power button on my laptop and waited patiently for it to turn on. Whilst it loaded up I went back to looking at the pictures on my camera. The other pictures weren’t so much good as the first one. Don’t get me wrong, they were good, just not my best pieces.

    The familiar sound of the Skype call made me look up to my laptop. I had Skype automatically sign me in when my laptop started up. I clicked the green answer with video button. James’ face popped up and a smile spread across my face.

    “Hey” I grinned and sat back in my bed.

    “So, what’s up?” He questioned, instantly putting me back into a bad mood. Sure, he only cared which is why he asked. Talking about it only put me back into a bad mood.

    “So, there’s a rumour going around that I slept with my teacher to get my good grades. Oh and by the way, I got an A* on my latest assignment” I said with a shrug.

    “What?” It took James a moment before he spoke again. “What do you mean there are rumours that you slept with your teacher?” To say he was shocked would be an understatement. His eyebrows were knitted together in confusion. “Who started the rumour?” He asked.

    “I can take one guess, and I bet you I would be right” I sighed. This girl was never going to leave me alone, was she?

    “Millie, this is kind of serious. What if other teachers hear it? He could get in so much trouble for something that never happened” His serious face was on now and I knew this was no time for joking.

    “So, you never told me you have a girlfriend” I said, wanting to change the subject. I’ve been talking to James for a year now, and now I only find out he has a girlfriend. Sure, they’ve only been together for a month but we’re best friends. Shouldn’t best friends know who each other are dating? I mean, if I started dating a guy, James would be the first person I would tell. Maybe, I’m not as close to him as I would like to think.

    “I don’t know. I guess it just never really crossed my mind. It’s not like we talk much about that kind of stuff. We spend our time talking about things we both have in common, like video games. It’s not like I play games with my girlfriend. She’s not into that kind of stuff” It seemed like he was trying to convince me that it wasn’t a big deal that he hadn’t told me.

    “It’s fine, you don’t need to explain to me. Anyway, I have a few things I need to do before going to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” I said.

    “Yeah, sure. And Millie, you look beautiful” He smiled before I hit the end call button. I looked into the mirror that sat on the opposite side of my bed and just stared. My hair was in a messy bun, there were make-up smudges on my face from where I hadn’t taken my make-up off completely. I usually wash my face just before going to sleep, right now I had only used wipes to somewhat take it off.

    So I found out why my parents were arguing. Turns out my father has been seeing another woman behind my mother’s back. I say behind her back, she knew really. She just didn’t want to lose my father, so she never said anything. It was my father who had confessed to her last night. He told her everything, which meant telling my mother that he had started to fall for this other woman. My father told us just after dinner that he is moving in with this woman. Her name is Julie. I don’t know much about her, apart from the fact that she took my father away from my family.

    I hear him leaving now. He must have finished packing most of his things. I don’t really have much to say about it, and I sure as hell am not ready for James to know about this. I don’t want to be constantly asked if I’m okay, because that might just be the point when I break. That’s what made me think of my next shoot. It was going to be perfect.

    I made sure my camera was in focus, and made sure I hadn’t yet set the timer. I then moved in front of the camera and started mixing the red paints, making sure it was blood red. I then went back over to my camera and set the timer on it, allowing me time to get back in front of the camera and pick up the blunt razor blade and put it to my wrist. Once the picture was taken I then put some paint on my wrist, making it thick and looking as if I had just slit my wrist. And then set the timer again.

    I bought the razor blades with the intension of using them for my photography. I wasn’t one to actually take anything out on my body. I wanted to shoot pictures of how I felt, without actually causing harm. I continued to take more pictures of it looking as if there was blood oozing from my wrist.

    Somehow I managed to work through most of the night. By now it was 3AM. I quickly tidied up, and put my camera away safely before going into the bathroom and quickly washing my face and brushing my teeth. I then tucked myself into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.


    “You’re going to be having dinner with your father and Julie tonight” My mum told me as I sat down for breakfast.

    “What? No! I don’t want to go” I protested. They couldn’t force me to go, could they?

    “Please Millie, do this for your father” Mum looked extremely tired, and exhausted. And it made me wonder if she even had gotten any sleep. I nodded in agreement, I could see that she didn’t want to argue with me. “Toby will be going too” She told me, letting me know that my brother wasn’t going to be getting away with it.

    “We’ll get through this, I promise” I took hold of my mum’s hand and squeezed it to let her know that I’m here for her. I could see how much this hurt my mum and I had to do something that would take her mind of things. “I need to leave now” I kissed her cheek and left with a feeling of guilt. I didn’t want to leave my mum, knowing how she was feeling. Oh, and great dinner with my dad’s new girlfriend.


    I felt a tap on my shoulder, which made me whirl around in a rush to see who it was. Coach was standing behind me, his arms crossed over his chest and a clipboard in his hand.

    “I’m impressed” He told me. He didn’t say anything else, he just stopped and stared at me. I usually find it really uncomfortable when people stare at me.

    “Enough for me to take pictures during the big game?” I questioned, feeling a little insecure, thinking he would say no.

    “I want you to be the new photographer for all the sport teams” He said, smiling. I gave him a small smile in return.

    “The thing is though Coach, I’m in my last year. I have plans for next year, and it’s not being here” I shrugged. If he honestly thought I was going to be spending a minute longer here than I needed to, then he can have the last laugh.

    I turned away to go to my science class. As soon as I entered the room I knew I was in for some trouble.  Once I was in the room Mrs Yates called me to sit at the front of the class with Chelsea. I groaned the moment she said her name. I knew this meant a group project, and I knew this meant doing the project alone.

    “Are we going to get a good grade in this subject because of Mr Giles?” Chelsea straight up asked me. I raised an eyebrow at her. Was she being serious? Chelsea Moon, best friend of Melinda Barns. She will literally go by what anything Melinda has to say, she for some reason doesn’t have a mind of her own. She follows Melinda around like a little lap dog. If Melinda falls out with someone, so does Chelsea, if Melinda acts like someone’s best friend, so does Chelsea. Get it, yet? I’m not sure if it’s because Chelsea is afraid of not being ‘cool’, or what. But she sure does lick Melinda’s butt.

    “Oh sure!” I said sarcastically. “Mr Giles is going to gives us such a good grade! He is our teacher and everything” Boy, was this girl dumb. So, I can see that she’s not the smartest girl around.

    “Nothing really happened between you and Mr Giles, did it?” She asked, her voice low. Wow, I take that back, she isn't all that dumb. I shook my head.

    “I work for my grades, it’s how it is. And no, my parents don’t pay for them either. I seriously work for my grades. I listen in class, I study at home. That’s it” I told her. “But I guess this means I’m doing the project by myself?” She shrugged at me, as if she really wasn’t sure.

    “Melinda will want me to spend time with her. Plus, I can’t really be seen with you. You understand, right?”

    “Sure, I understand” We actually spent the rest of the class talking about what we wanted our project to be on. Chelsea contributed more than I thought she would. But too bad, I’ll be left to do the rest myself. When not around Melinda, Chelsea is a really nice girl. She has her own mind, she can speak freely without it being wrong. And I like it. Soon enough the bell rang, and I was actually surprised, to me the class had flown by. I collected my things together, chucking them in my bag.

    I got into the passenger side of Toby’s car. We didn’t speak or say a word. We didn’t even look at each other. I didn’t know what to say to my brother. We were on our way to my dad’s new girlfriend’s house to have dinner. I wasn’t exactly in the talking mood. Once we arrived at Julie’s house, I took a quick glance in the mirror to check I still looked alright.

    I knocked on the front door, it didn’t take too long before someone answered the door. It was a bit of a surprise when Melinda opened the door.

    “Oh, we must have gotten the wrong house” I said, turning around and trying to rush back down the path. Toby grabbed my arm, stopping me from going anything further.

    “Your dad is inside” Melinda smirked. Which meant I had no choice but to walk back up the pathway and inside the house. “You too look a bit fancy for dinner” She had a disgusted look on her face, looking up and down my outfit. I wore a yellow dress, with black heels and a black blazer.

    “We’ve always dressed nice for dinner, it’s a family thing” I said quietly. Then I saw my dad, not dressed up at all, and I suddenly felt so out of place. “So, you live here?” I asked Melinda.

    “Oh, no! I’m just here for dinner. Chelsea asked me to come over, she didn’t tell me that her mum is dating your dad” She said. So, this is just great. Not just dinner with my dad and this Julie woman, but Chelsea and Melinda too? I stumbled trying to get my phone out of my pocket.

    “Text me asap!” I sent the message straight to James.

    “Oh, you must be Toby and Millie. It’s so nice to meet you!” A woman, who I guessed was Julie came down the stairs hugging me. I didn’t know what to do, so I kind of just stood there, not hugging back at all.

    “What’s wrong?” James had texted me back.

    “Long story short, my dad has a girlfriend. I have to have dinner with MELINDA!” I took my seat at the dining table. I was place in between Melinda and Chelsea. How perfect.

    “Can’t talk. With my gf. Talk later” I sighed, feeling tears build up in my eyes.

    “Millie, no phones at the table” My dad warned me. “She talks to this guy in America, I think she has a little crush on him” My dad spoke to Julie, talking as if I weren’t even in the room. I looked over to Melinda and I knew that she was going to use this against me. It was obvious, she never missed a chance of humiliating me.

    “I’m leaving” I told my dad, as tears started to fall. “You can’t just tell people about my life. Especially not to her!” I yelled and stormed out of the house. I didn’t care if I had to walk home in the heels I was wearing, I wanted to get home right that second.

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