"Oii, get over here you loser!'' The normal way I greet my gormless, oaf of a boyfriend.
Queue over-used generally sickening chat up line.
"They're always eager on a Friday...'' His stupidity thankfully isn't contagious.
"its Tuesday thicko''. I can see the light slowly fading in his eyes, from a beaming abundant twinkle to an unsanitary worried shade.
"Balls does that mean the history homework's due''.
You gotta love him.
I'm Dilly by the way. Yeah I know; Dilly the ditsy sex toy, or hey dilly dinkle, or even Dilly the willy, if I'm in more undesirable company.
My boyfriend's Drake if you were wondering. Five weeks and 12 days. It's gone quickly but every moments been special.
What is even coming of my mouth, or should I say backside. Cheesy; yes. Do I want to go out of the room, come back in and say ''Hi I'm Lesley'' or just leave and never return; yes. And even though that would be doing both of us a massive favour and may turn into an actually efficient use of time, there something, a sort of message that I want to get across.
Anyway, back to the in's and outs of my love life. Drake, my boyfriend (Even after five weeks I never get tired of saying it!), has recently invited me on a river cruise in India. Something to do with the fact that we never get any 'alone time', whatever that is. Actually, there's no need to play dumb with you, I and you both know what alone time means to a boy. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not like that, and drake knows it. Yeah so, there may well be rumours about Drake's most previous girls, but I don't judge someone on their past; I think about if there, for us, can ever been a happy future.
I feel sick just thinking about it. Who knew that three days on a boat full of people could turn into such a shipwreck to say the least. Not an actual one, no sounds of 'ICEBURG AHOY', though to be honest, the thought of hyperthermia or even a lethal swim sounds more appealing than what happened.
