Author's Note: Hi guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. But to be honest, I'm kind of losing interest in this story, I won't quit it though because I know how annoying it is when people leave their stories unfinished. So I doubt this will be the last chapter, but I'm just giving you a heads-up that the story will end soon. Thank you for reviewing and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

I walked out of Pests' bedroom, rubbing my eyes tiredly. I'd waited all night for him to come back, but as predicted, he didn't come back. His Gran had come home, asking where her Grandson was. I'd told her everything. She was so nice about it all, and told me that he needed some time to cool down, but it didn't help my guilt at all. Telling someone that they couldn't take care of themselves was a low-blow, and even if it was an accidental slip-out, I shouldn't have said it. And if my guilt wasn't bad enough, I was worried too. For all I knew he could've been dead in a ditch somewhere, I mean this was London, someone was either killed or went missing everyday, especially on these ends.

I entered the living room, finding his Gran on the couch, watching Jeremy Kyle. Sighing quietly to myself, I fell down onto the sofa, leaning against the arm "You look tired" She said, taking a sip of her tea.

"I didn't sleep that much" I admitted, resting my head on my palm.

"Worrying isn't healthy, he'll be fine" She reassured. I nodded.

"I know, he's smart. It's just my guilty conscience kicking in" I shrugged, yawning afterwards.

"It's not all your fault, love. He tends to go a bit mad over little things, but when he's thought about it all he'll realise how idiotic he was. It's just how he is" She replied, chuckling. I smiled slightly.

"It's just..." I paused for a moment, shaking my head in thought "You should've seen the look on his face when I thought he was gonna hit me. I don't even know why I flinched, it was just on instinct I guess"

"Don't worry about it, you've never seen him mad before so you couldn't have known what he was going to do"

"I know" I groaned, running a hand through my hair frustratedly "Has he phoned? Anything?" I asked in a calmer tone.

"No. I'm as worried as you dear but stressing won't do anything, he's a clever boy and he'll come back in once piece. He always does" She replied, shaking her head. I nodded.

"I guess. Would it be okay if I made myself some tea?" I asked, turning my head to face her.

"Of course. You're here almost everyday now, you don't need to ask me anymore" She chuckled. I smiled and nodded, rising from the couch before walking into the kitchen. Though as I flicked down the kettle switch, I heard the front door open. But I didn't want to get my hopes up, and since Pests' Grandma occasionally had friends over, I remained in the kitchen. Besides, I'd be able to see whoever it was through the window in the wall between the kitchen and living room.

"Tex" A familiar voice greeted. I turned, smiling slightly at the sight of my sister.

"Hi India. How's things?" I asked, grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

"Good. How's stuff with you and Pest?" She asked. I looked back, finding her with raised eyebrows.

"How'd you find out?"

"Pest came over ours this morning, told us everything that went down last night. I decided to give him and Biggz some privacy, and I wanted to see if you were okay" She explained, walking further into the room and leaning against the counter.

"I'm not gonna lie sis, I feel really guilty about last night" I shrugged, popping a tea-bag into the cup.

"Don't be, I can't tell you how many times I thought Dennis was gonna hit me when we were going out. We were always fighting, hell, sometimes he thought I would hit him. He actually ducked when I grabbed a cup to get a drink" She reassured, chuckling at the memory.

"What about Biggz?" She raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Are you kidding? He couldn't fight me if he tried. But we haven't had a fight yet, so I don't know what I'd be like" She shrugged.

"How is he?" I asked, sighing as I turned to face her.

"Fine. Looks like shit though" She replied. I nodded.

"As long as he's alive and kicking, I'm fine"

"You know, you could always go up and see him" She suggested. I rolled my eyes, pouring some mild in the cup.

"No way, he needs space and I get that"

"You're so stubborn Tex! Just come up with me, please" She begged, tugging at the back of my shirt.

"I don't know, I mean. What if he's still mad?"

"He's not mad! He feels bad now, like really bad, guilty even. I'm not sure why but I assume it had something to do with last night" She shrugged, still tugging my shirt.

"If I say yes will you stop nagging me?" I asked, turning to face her.

"Yes! Definitely!" She exclaimed in relief. I sighed and nodded.

"Fine, let me get changed and we'll go. But do me a favour and finish off the cuppa please" I said as I headed towards the door. She nodded and I left the kitchen.

We reached Biggzs' flat and I sighed nervously, crossing my arms as India pulled out her key. On one hand, I wanted to run back to my flat and lock myself in the bedroom, but on the other hand, I just wanted to get this over and done with. I'd have to face him sooner or later, and I'd rather soon than later. India twisted the key and pushed open the door, quickly pulling out her key and shoving it back into her pocket. She entered the flat, staring at me patiently until I finally followed her in. I took off my jacket, placing it on the coat hanger near the door. I immediately smelt cigarette smoke, but the smell relieved me in some way. Though it also made me nervous, because I knew that the boys would be around the corner.

"C'mon" India whispered, lacing her fingers with mine for reassurance. I nodded and she smiled, leading me into the living room.

The first thing I noticed when we entered was the two boys, smoking and laughing while they sat on the red sofa. I was actually quite surprised that Biggzs' mum let him smoke at home, though I soon realised that maybe he wasn't, and that he'd have to get rid of the smell before she came home from work. India walked towards the boys, leaning down to kiss Biggz. As those two decided to take it a step further with the PDA, I looked around the room awkwardly, crossing my arms as I leaned against the doorway. I may not have cared if she did it, but the sight of my sister snogging her boyfriend was a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, so this is how it's gonna go" My sister started, rising to her full height "You two..." She gestured to me and Pest "...are going to talk this out. Biggz, you're coming with me" She finished, grabbing his hand and dragging him to his feet.

"Uh...a'right" He sighed, following her into their bedroom, closing the door as they entered. As soon as they disappeared though, it became awkwardly silent out here.

"So" I sighed, trying to start off the conversation.

"So" He shrugged, staring at the blank TV in front of him. I rolled my eyes, walking in until I was able to sit on the arm of the sofa.

"Let's cut the bullshit, okay? Now I don't say this often, so don't get used to it. But I guess I'm sorry. What I said last night, it wasn't right to say to you. You can take care of yourself, I've seen you do it, it just slipped out and I couldn't take it back. And I'm so, so, so sorry for that" I said, clasping my hands in my lap.

"Nah Tex, it weren't all your fault. I was bein' a knob" He said, finally turning to face me. I smiled slightly, shuffling over so that I was fully sat on the sofa.

"I know, but I was being a bitch" I sighed, resting my head against the back of the sofa.

"Tex, you need to know dat I would never hit yah" He shook his head and I nodded, pulling my legs up onto the sofa "I love yah and I would never hurt yah"

"Yeah, I know. I don't even know why I thought you would, I just..." I paused and shook my head, not sure how to explain it to him.

"You don' need to explain Tex, you didn' know if I would 'it yah or not, it ain't your fault" He shrugged, placing the remains of his cigarette in the green ashtray.

"Look, I wasn't saying 'no' to the baby thing, I was just saying not yet. That's not bad is it?" I asked hopefully. He sighed.

"Guess not, I shouldn' a kicked off on you either though. So I'm sorry too, but don' expect me to be sorry all the time" I smiled in amusement.

"Ditto. So, are we good now?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Course we are yah nutter" He chuckled, moving down the sofa until he was right next to me. I sighed in relief as he tightened his arms around my waist, tugging me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, straddling his thighs to make it easier.

"So, think we should tell the other two that we're good?" I asked, nodding towards India's and Biggzs' bedroom.

"Somefin' tells me they're pretty busy right now" He sighed, shaking his head. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. So, you wanna go back to yours or what?" I asked, looking down at him.

"Well, we could go back to mine and talk to my nan until she goes. Or, we could to yours and so somefin' better" He hinted, sliding his hands down to my thighs. I rolled my eyes.

"I s'pose" I sighed, shrugging as I tried to get to my feet. In a few short seconds, he flipped us around so that I was lying on my back, and he was resting in between my legs.

"I fuckin' love you" He whispered, resting his forehead on mine "Jus' remember that"

"Course I will" I replied. He nodded and smirked before leaning down.