Your gaze keeps landing on Tim and Lucy sitting on the couch through your bedroom mirror. You watch when Tim reaches out with delicate fingers to tuck loose strands of dark brown hair behind one of Lucy's ears, and you want to knock yourself out with this mirror.

You're jealous. Of course you are- how couldn't you be? They're everything you want.

You avert your stare away and complete the last addition of your jewellery. Then, you manoeuvre to the edge of your bed where your shoes await your embrace, and you glance over at your phone. Tim and Lucy, still giggling upon whatever conversation they've found comfort in, turn to their right to spot your seated figure on your bed.

You're gorgeous- so fucking gorgeous in their eyes, with your mini black dress and the red heels you've just begun to place on your feet that compliment you better than ever. "Hey, girl, do you need a lift at all?" Lucy asks with that familiar warmness you've grown fond of, and you angle your head up to meet her very own eyes.

You want to cry- it's like she knew exactly that your boyfriend wasn't going to pick you up. But still, you shake your head with a small sad smile as you place your last heel to your left foot, "Thank you, Lucy, but I'll be good."

"What are you doing tonight anyway?" Tim pikes up, both of their orbs following you as you place your handbag on your shoulder and walk out of your room and into the kitchen.