Who’s it going to be?

Theo's POV

As I lay there in the morning light, watching Grace leave the room to make breakfast, I couldn't help but feel torn. On one hand, there was Grace, the girl who had brought out emotions in me I had never experienced before. Her clinginess was fucking annoying , but I felt an undeniable sense of comfort when I was with her.

But on the other hand, there was Melanie. She was the one who had awakened a different kind of desire in me, a purely physical one. Our connection was intense in its own way, but it feel like it lacked the depth and emotional complexity that I found with Grace.

I couldn't deny that I cared for both of them, each in their own unique way. And that was what made this situation so difficult. I didn't want to hurt either of them. Grace had shown me a side of myself I hadn't known existed, and Melanie had brought excitement and passion into my life.

As I took a hit from my vape, I contemplated my next move. I knew that I couldn't keep stringing both of them along. It was unfair to everyone involved, and I had to make a choice. But making that choice felt like an impossible task. My heart was divided, torn between two very different but equally captivating women.

For now, all I could do was enjoy the moment with Grace, savoring the comfort and connection we shared. But in the back of my mind, the weight of my decision loomed, and I knew that sooner or later, I would have to confront it.

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Melanie's POV

As I sat in my room, frustration and self-doubt gnawing at me, my sister Millie walked in. Her timing couldn't have been better or worse, depending on how you looked at it.

"Oh my god," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I hate my life. I hate just waiting around for a boy to text me. I feel pathetic."

Millie, always the level-headed and supportive one, sat down next to me and put a comforting arm around my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," she said soothingly. "We've all been through tough times. But you know, Mom and Dad are coming back today. Maybe it's time for a change."

I looked up at her, my eyes filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "A change? What do you mean?"

Millie smiled gently. "I mean, why don't you come stay with me for a while? You could use a break from all this drama, and it'll be good for you to spend some time with your sister."

I considered her offer. Living with Millie would certainly be a change of pace from the rollercoaster of emotions I'd been experiencing lately. And it would give me a chance to clear my head and figure out what I really wanted.

"Maybe you're right," I finally said, a glimmer of hope starting to replace my frustration. "A change might be just what I need."

Millie hugged me tightly. "That's the spirit! Besides, you're never alone when you have me. We'll get through this together."

As I packed my bags and prepared to leave my current life behind for a while, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Maybe Millie was right, and a change of scenery and perspective was exactly what I needed to break free from this cycle of uncertainty and waiting for a text message that might never come.

As I sat in the car with my friend on the way to my Millie's house, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Millie and I had always had a close bond, but like any siblings, we had our moments of annoyance. Today seemed to be one of those days.

My friend, who was sitting next to me, playfully snapped a picture of me as I shot a playful glare at Millie.

She knew exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and make an exaggerated swearing gesture at my sister. It was all in good fun, though, and we both burst into laughter.

I love my older sister, but she had a way of getting under my skin sometimes. People often said we looked alike, but I never saw the resemblance.

Millie had always been the responsible, level-headed one, while I tended to be more impulsive and adventurous.

When we finally arrived at Millie's house, I decided to put our little squabble behind us. After all, I was here for a fresh start, and that meant leaving any negativity or annoyance behind. Millie and I took a selfie together, capturing the moment and our smiles.

I wanted to show the world that I was making an effort to move on, not just from my recent relationship drama but from the person I used to be.

We posted the picture on insta, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment. It was my way of letting Theo know that I was taking steps to find happiness and contentment on my own, without relying on his attention or approval. This journey was about me, and I was determined to make the most of it.

As we settled into Millie's house, I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and resignation. Millie, always the voice of reason, suggested that I should start getting used to the idea that Theo had chosen Grace over me. She had a way of keeping me grounded, but today, my ego had the upper hand.

I let out a laugh, the kind that only someone with a stubborn, larger-than-life ego can muster. "You know, Millie, I could never be the bigger person in these situations," I admitted with a smirk. "My ego just won't allow it."

Millie shot me an exasperated look, clearly unimpressed with my ego-driven response. Without hesitation, she reached over and snatched my phone from my hand. My eyes widened in surprise as she proceeded to dial Theo's number. I watched in disbelief as she put the phone to her ear, silently hoping she wouldn't actually invite Theo and Grace over.

"Hey, Theo," she greeted him in a casual tone when he answered. "What are you up to tonight?"

Theo's voice crackled through the phone's speaker. "Oh, nothing much, just a quiet night in."

Millie glanced at me with a sly smile, clearly enjoying the mischief she was about to create. "Well, that's perfect then. I've got some exciting news. My little sister just moved in with me, and we thought it would be great to have a little housewarming get-together. You know, just some friends, some good food, and a lot of fun. What do you say? Can you and Grace make it?"

My jaw nearly hit the floor as I listened to Millie's invitation. It was as if time had slowed down, and I could see the whole scene unfolding in front of me. Millie was setting the stage for a potentially awkward encounter between me, Theo, and Grace.

Theo hesitated for a moment on the other end of the line. I held my breath, wondering what he would say. Finally, he replied, "Um, yeah, sure, that sounds great. We don't have any plans, so why not?"

Millie shot me a triumphant grin as she continued the conversation. "Awesome, Theo! We'll send you the details. Looking forward to seeing you both tonight."

As she hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Millie had orchestrated a situation that I had been trying to avoid—confronting Theo and Grace together. I had to admit, my sister's knack for problem-solving often led to unexpected, and sometimes uncomfortable, outcomes. It seemed like this impromptu housewarming would be no exception.

"We need to go and get ready!"

Millie's determination was unwavering, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her persistence. "Get ready for what, Millie?" I groaned, feeling utterly defeated. "To witness the love of my life, Theo, cozying up with Grace?"

Millie shook her head, clearly frustrated with my melodramatic attitude. "No, Melanie, not for that," she replied firmly. "We're getting ready for you to take back the love of your life."

I raised an eyebrow, her words sinking in slowly. The idea of reclaiming Theo seemed impossible after everything that had happened, but Millie was never one to back down from a challenge.

Bella, my friend who had joined us for this moving in adventure, piped up. "Alright, guys, I'm out of here. But Mel, if he messes around with your heart again, just let me know, and I'll be back with reinforcements."

We all laughed, and Bella made her exit. It was just Millie and me now, facing what felt like an uphill battle. Millie grabbed my arm and steered me towards her wardrobe.

"Alright, little sis," she said with determination, "it's time to transform you into the fierce, confident Melanie that Theo fell for in the first place. We're going to make you look so incredible that he won't be able to resist you."

I couldn't help but smile at Millie's enthusiasm, even though I was still grappling with my mixed emotions. She was right; if I wanted any chance of winning Theo back, I had to regain my confidence and put my best foot forward.

As we rummaged through her wardrobe, Millie threw outfit after outfit onto her bed. She was determined to find the perfect ensemble for me. "What's your goal here, Millie?" I asked as I eyed the growing pile of clothing.

She turned to me with a grin. "Our goal, Melanie, is to make Theo see you in a whole new light. We're going to remind him why he fell for you in the first place. And maybe, just maybe, we'll make him realize that he can't let you slip away."

I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. Millie's unwavering support was exactly what I needed. As we began the process of selecting the perfect outfit, I couldn't help but wonder what the night held in store for me. One thing was for certain—whether I won back Theo's heart or not, I had my sister by my side, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Millie had an uncanny knack for selecting the perfect outfit, and tonight was no exception. As I looked in the mirror, I had to admit that we both looked amazing. The outfit Millie had chosen made me feel confident and ready to face whatever the evening had in store.

I snapped a quick selfie of the two of us and posted it on my Instagram, unable to resist sharing our stunning transformation with the world. Within moments, the comments started pouring in.

Jess and Bea, always the supportive friends, gushed about how amazing we looked. Bella, on the other hand, added a touch of humor to her compliment, saying that we looked hotter than Theo deserved. I couldn't help but chuckle at that one.

And then there it was, a comment from Theo himself: "Can't wait to see you soon."

My heart did a somersault. It was like he was playing with my feelings, sending mixed signals that left me utterly confused. Millie, ever the voice of reason, told me he was probably just trying to be nice.

I nodded, trying to convince myself that it was just a friendly comment. But deep down, a part of me still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, this evening could be the turning point in the complex web of emotions that had entangled Theo, Grace, and me.

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Grace's POV

The drive to Melanie's sister's house felt like an eternity. My heart raced with anxiety, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I had no idea why we were going there, and the uncertainty was gnawing at me.

I glanced down at my phone, a message from Steph flashing on the screen.

I sent her a pic of my fit.

She said I looked hot and had nothing to worry about. Her words should have eased my nerves, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

As we pulled up to Melanie's sister's house, I couldn't hold back my apprehension any longer. I turned to Theo, my voice trembling slightly, and asked the question that had been haunting me.

"Do you love me?"

Theo leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a reassuring kiss. He pulled away and looked into my eyes, a hint of a smile on his face. "Does that answer your question?"

His response was sweet, but I couldn't help but wonder if it truly did answer the uncertainty swirling within me.

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Melanie's POV

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as, Millie broke the silence. I had not expected her to confront Theo so directly, but there was no turning back now.

"Why are you stringing Melanie along?" Millie's words hung in the air, and her gaze was unwavering as she looked at Theo.

Theo, caught off guard, remained silent, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. This was a situation I had never envisioned, and I wasn't sure how it would play out.

Millie, relentless in her pursuit of answers, continued, her tone unwavering, "Melanie has a lot going on in her own life. So, who's it going to be?"

Grace chimed in, her voice carrying a hint of frustration, "Yeah, who's it going to be?"

The room felt stifled, and all eyes were on Theo. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder how he would respond to this unexpected confrontation.

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Theo's POV

My heart sank as I stood there, caught between two women who meant a lot to me. Millie's anger was palpable, and Melanie's disappointment was written all over her face.

"I love Grace more," I began, my voice steady but filled with a sense of urgency. "I like Melanie too. Melanie is amazing."

Millie's frustration seemed to boil over, and she shouted at me to leave her house. I was taken aback by her sudden outburst, but Melanie nodded in agreement.

I couldn't understand why things had taken such a drastic turn. Millie's emotions were raw, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. As I stood up, trying to make sense of the situation, I couldn't help but feel like I had let Melanie down.

"This is bullshit," I protested, my confusion and frustration evident. I had never anticipated that things would unravel like this.

But Millie was resolute, her voice firm. "It's not bullshit," she retorted. "You've broken her heart."