The blonde waved as Caleb headed to bed, deciding to do the same. As she was settling down, a familiar sound started to filter in to her consciousness. It was her ringtone, and it was the ringtone that was only assigned to one person. Shaking her head, she mumbled to herself and held her hands over her ears. It was slightly weird though, she'd assumed that Caleb had turned the cell off.

Why was he calling? And at this time of night? For Christ's sake. Pulling the pillow over her head, the blonde closed her eyes. Maybe she was just imagining it? Maybe she was actually already asleep,and having some sorta' out of body experience. Hell, maybe it was just the vodka. Yes, that's it. The vodka.

[i]There was no ringtone, no noise, no nothing. Just peace and quiet.[/i]

[b]Bollocks was there just peace.[/b]

Pulling herself out of bed, she didn't even bother to flatten her hair as she stomped along the hallway to Caleb's room, wearing a pink T-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Grumpy was an understatement. 

"Dude, I'm trying to sleep. Are you going to turn that off?!!! I can't believe that jackass can be this annoying without even realising it. Where ever you have my cell, make it shut up, or give it to me." 

Turning around, she made her way to the kitchen, resting her head against the cool of the counter top. A part of Lola longed for Jack. She didn't love him anymore, in fact she hated him, but it was more complicated then that. When somebody has dominated your life for so long, you lose sight of where they end and you begin. It was like learning to breathe again, and it was difficult. Lola hated the way she felt, and it ate her up inside on a daily basis. She didn't want any of this. Yet she was drawn to the one thing that would probably destroy her. Caleb was clearly just another branch on this self destructive root. The young woman closed her eyes. 

[b]Why wasn't she able to sleep in this damn place.[/b]

The urge to go home was so strong at that point, she even considered attempting the drop from her window to the patio. Couldn't hurt that much, right? She needed her own bed, with her own belongings, and her own friends. Period.