A New Mission

Sitting, me and Georgina talk more. I miss this - us able to talk without people listening. It feels nice and like old times. 

The food arrives. Georgina and I carry it in. Jackson has a look of disproval on his face as they all walk through.  It feels weird seeing them all together and poor Liam just looks out of place, totally lost in their company.

“Food, good I am starving. Jackson cooked dinner but to be honest, I would rather eat my arm off,” Troy laughs, walking in and grabbing a pizza.

“A takeaway, really?” Jackson looks at me with a puzzled look.

“Yeah, I mean, I have not had one in two years, so I think I deserve one and a night off cooking, don’t you?” Looking at him, I hope he agrees.

“Of course. Don’t ever think you can’t have something, Alena. I only meant, no takeaways every night like before.”

Sitting down we eat, everyone talking back and forth. My mind is really not into it; I am again tired and ready for be