Crash
an excerpt

God I love it when she says my name- it sounds so much softer, sweeter than when my Mam screams at me to come downstairs and to stop running up the phone bill, but I suppose that’s to be expected. Wait, can I say stuff such as `Oh My God` if I’m an atheist? I have a feeling it’s slightly hypocritical but it’s a habit that’s hard to break.

Although, I must admit that I’m surprised Sam agreed to come with me- we haven’t exactly been on the best of terms lately and she’s pretty stubborn. But I suppose that’s what I like most about her. That or the way she always manages to find something to fall over- earlier she fell backwards over her own feet and landed in my arms, it just felt- i dunno- right. Maybe there is a God after all?