Kate's life has always been complicated, but it's never been too complicated. What happens when Kate meets somebody new? Will her life become easier, or will the complications continue?


6. Chapter Six.

A few days had passed since I'd last seen Tom. I sighed as I flicked through TV channels, hoping to find a decent programme.

I was alone because my mum had gone to work and would be home around 6, and Robbie had just disappeared, most probably with Max or his other friends.

I checked the time on my phone, along with my text messages to see if I'd received any off anybody important.

The knocking on the door made me jump. I quickly ran to the front door, opening it.

"Kate, hey." Max chuckled.

"What do you want?" I smirked.

"I came to see Robbie." He smiled.

"He isn't here, he's out." I told him.

"Gutted. Looks like I'll just have to deal with you for a while." He winked

"Lucky me." I rolled my eyes.

"Lucky you." He smirked, walking inside the house and closing the door behind him.

We sat there for a while, staring at the TV in silence. It wasn't awkward though, which was strange.

"So how are you?" Max smiled.

"I'm good, sort of. How are you?" I replied.

"I'm alright thanks. Knackered, but I'm alright." He chuckled.

I was debating whether or not to ask why he was so tired but that's none of my business.

"I was in the studio all night last night, well, until around 3." He told me, answering my question that I'd just asked myself in my head.

"Studio?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah. I'm a singer, in a band in fact. We've recently got together and we're just starting out." He told me.

I tried my best not to laugh as I pictured Max in a band. I bit down on my lip and looked down at the floor.

"Yeah go on, take the piss." He winked.

"I'm sorry. I just, you're not the type I'd imagine to be in a band, I mean, I'd expect you to be a model or something." I told him, looking him up and down.

"I could be a model for all you know." He told me.

"You've just said you're in a band." I pointed out.

"Yeah, that's true, but that doesn't mean I can't be a model as well, babe." Sarcasm clearly showing in his voice.

"You're not a model though, babe." I smirked, copying his pet name he'd just given me.

"I may not be a model but trust me, if you ever want any photos, tell me and you'll have them straight away." He smirked.

I could feel myself burning up at the thought of it. I grabbed the pillow that was lay at the side of me, throwing it across the room, making it hit him in the face.

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