"Hey girly", Guy said cheerfully, putting his arm around Bridget and flopping down beside her. "Where is everyone?"
"Bec and Garry's lot are all upstairs studying for their half yearly science exam- apparently- Bec and Garry are in the office, and the others have gone out for a drink. They offered to bring you but you were MIA".
"Not in the mood tonight". She shrugged, and Guy put his head on her shoulder.
"Alright, spill it. Something's eating you from the inside and I want to know. Out with it".
"Just got a lot on my mind".
"That's crap and we both know it. If anyone's like this when they've got things on their mind, it's Loren. Tell me". He turned her head to face him. "Out with it".
"It's nothing". She tried to pull away, and it dawned on him.
"It's me, isn't it?" he questioned. "What did I do? I mean, I don't think I did anything, but I might have… what did I do?"
"Its not you", she assured him, patting his cheek. "You didn't do anything".
Maybe that was the point. Neither of them had done anything. All she knew was that she was sick of dwelling on it.
"Are you sure?" he questioned. "I'm worried about you, Bridget".
"Don't worry about it", she repeated, smiling at him. "I think I'm going to head upstairs. Wash my hair".
Heading through the kitchen, she bumped into Bec.
"Turn around and talk to him", she instructed. And when Bridget didn't do anything, she spun the blonde around, patting her on the back. "Go and talk to him!"
"What's going on?" Guy asked suspiciously, coming into the room and staring them down. "Did I miss something?"
"Girl code", Garry called from the office. "You'll get used to it, Guy. I did".
"I lived with them for a year, I still don't get it". He shrugged, and Garry grinned.
Bec stared at Bridget, and the blonde crumbled. Guy wrapped his arms around her, leading her into the lounge room.
"Seriously, talk to me".
He stared into the blue eyes of the blonde he had loved since the moment they first met, willing her to let him know what was wrong. He would do anything to wipe the look of sadness and worry off her face- it killed him, not knowing what was wrong.
"Is it me?" he checked again, and she let out a laugh.
"No, Guy. It's not you". Kissing his cheek, she headed upstairs. "I'm going to wash my hair".
Guy sighed, sinking back onto the lounge.
"You okay?" Bec checked from the doorway, watching as Bridget disappeared up the stairs.
"Yep". He just nodded, closing his eyes.