Mandy's Point Of View

I smiled how Conor used an 'X' at the end of the text, but what was really bothering me is that I couldn't remember seeing Jack when we were little so I don't know what he's going to be like.

Pacing around my room, eyes stuck to my notes app. I was creating a checklist for going to the UK to visit Conor.

"Emily!" I shout, hearing her groan and her footsteps coming towards my bedroom.

"What...?" She groaned, again leaning against the door.

"I'm going to the UK to see Conor, will you be okay?" I ask her, she closes her eyes to say she's thinking.

"How long?" She asks, one eyebrow raised.

"Erm, between 2 weeks and a month?" I say, confused.

"Okay, as long as there is wifi I'll be fine. I'll pack for you!" She said, running Ito my closet.

"Wait, who are you going to visit and can I see him?'' She asks, popping her head out of my closet.

"Conor, and yes." I answered, sending a picture to her phone.

Her phone dinged and she checked it, all she did is nod with a smirk.

After a minute of her in the closet, the doorbell goes.

"Food!" She squeals, running out of my room and downstairs.

I go into the wardrobe and see she's packed my sexiest items, oh what am I gonna do with her?