Luckily my mum didn't stay stressed at me for long, I think she must have actually understood what I was saying. She wasn't forcing me to go and see WestLife the weekend approaching, but said I had to ring Shane or Mark to say thanks, but a kinda no thanks thing. I argued and argued with her explaining what a bad idea it was, but I didn't have any choice but to go with her-'nasty things' would happen if I didn't even have some common coursity I was told! That was a joke. There was no way I could ring Mark, so it was Shane I had to call, only one thing was holding me back. I only had Mark's mobile number. I tried ringing the record company, but of course they weren't going to give me it no matter how much I explained the situation. I tried to talk to Joanne-she would have given me it, but she was 'unavailable'. I didn't have a choice but to ring Mark's mobile. My only hope was that he wouldn't answer it-how unlikely was that?

I explained to my mum, and begged her not to force me to ring him, but she did, and I guess deep down I knew what she was saying was right.

It took me half an hour to pluck up the courage to dial, and when it connected it said that the phone was switched off, and was going to connect me with an answer-phone-should I leave a message or not? I decided not, and hung up the phone relieved, but also still feeling a huge weight on my shoulders I hadn't cleared. I decided to get down to some revision, and 5 minutes into it my phone rang. I looked at my watch it was 11.10am, and was probably one of my friends from school ringing up during break, seeing what was wrong. I decided to try and make my voice sound croaky so I had some sort of excuse when I picked up the phone.

"Hello," I croaked what sounded very unconvincing to my own ear.

"Shelly? Is that you? Are you okay?" Came the distinvitictly Irish voice on the other end. Oh my god, I thought to myself, it was Mark. It was so funny how the speech I had earlier planned just magically disappeared from my mind.

"Um, yeah it's me Mark, I'm fine, why?" I replied quietly.

"You just sounded a bit croaky that's all. Sorry I was just in an interview, and had to have my phone off, and there was a missed call from you, so here I am ringing you back," I couldn't believe the way he just went on as if nothing had ever happened-it was as if we were old mates or something.

"Yeah, um Mark I just rang to quickly say that I got the tickets, thanx very much, but I'm not going, so do you want me send them back to the record company or sell them and give you the money or what?"

"What Shelly, I can't hear you very well, I'm in Paris and am just about to get into a cab, so bare with me in case we go through any bad areas okay?"

"Okay, I said I'm not coming at the weekend, so do you want," getting mildly irritated at his attitude.

"What? You’re not coming? Why on earth not? Did you get the tickets I sent?" Came his curious 20 questions.

"Yes, I got the tickets Mark, but I'm not coming," I said impatiently, "I'm not going into why now, when you can barely hear me. I just need to know what you want me to do with the tickets." I said getting more and more irritated.

"Keep them Shelly-come, please Shelly," Came his quiet voice.

"No Mark I can't, okay." I said almost shouting to cover more tears I could feel forming.

"Look Shelly we really need to talk about this, but not now,"

"I know," I replied, it was true enough, we did need to talk so we could end all of this nonsense as soon as possible.

"Shelly, I'm back in London tomorrow night filming the OZONE, I'm gonna fly back to Dublin after that so we can talk and then fly back to London as soon as we're done okay? There's no point in doing it though if you're not going to talk,"

"I will talk," I mumbled, not sure what I was getting myself committed to.

"Okay Shelly, I'll ring when I'm about to board the plane, I've gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow,"

"Uh yeah okay then, umm bye," I replied not really with it.

"Bye," Came his sad voice before my ear was deafened with the piercing dial tone. What had I gotten myself into? Tomorrow I was going to have to talk, part of me was happy to get all of this sorted out, but the other half sad, that it was less than 24 hours til I lost all the contact with Mark I'd ever had.