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Hey Emma! Still on for tonight Sugartits?? :P xxx
I glanced down at my phone in my lap, and let out a small sigh. I'm not a huge people person at the best of times, but honestly, I can't believe she won't let this one slide. I'd much prefer to sit on the gross carpet of the flat with her underneath the star projector, Picasso in my lap, smoking weed and drinking cheap vodka and coke. But no. "We really have to go on a pub crawl tonight, just the two of us! Maybe even go to the club." she told me. Yeah, the club. Right. But honestly I can't complain. Sofia is the most amazing person I've ever met. She's wild, and brings out my fun side, not to mention her beautiful face. I swear to god those eyes could make her get away with murder, even cheat death...
Ugh, do we still have to? X
Hell yeah, it will make me SO happy! I'll even buy your drinks if you like... ;) xxxxxx
I can't believe she can convince me so easily. I have a habit of being so stubborn, she's the first person to break it. Even my parents couldn't figure it out.

Anyway, I'm sat here, in my English Literature lecture, with Mrs Grenham, or Audrey. She's a pretty, young, healthily plump lady, with a huge grey streak at the front of her long, dead straight black hair. Also these big puffy pink cheeks. She's french, but grew up here, in Manchester - it's really funny when she gets angry, not only does it not happen often, but she also spits out all of this french swearing in a Mancoonian accent, AND waves her arms around her head like a crazy person.
"Emma! What's so amusing about Sylvia Plath's suicide?" Shit, I didn't realise I was grinning to myself, I must look mental. Everyone crooked their heads round to see the psycho, and I felt my face burning up. I sunk down into my seat, pretending to stare at my laptop screen, which was off anyway. The person next to me actually shuffled a little further down the bench, as though I was going to hurt them.
"No answer huh? I guess you'll just have to tell us in the next assignment." She chuckled to herself. "Right everybody! The Sylvia Plath explorative essay is due in for Sunday the 19th of February at 9pm latest. Got it? Now get out, I have strapping young men to attend to." This was met by a few giggles and she began to clear her bright orange laptop away. I rushed to put my stuff away, then stumbled down the steps of the huge hall and placed my hand on her arm.
"I'm sorry Audrey, it won't happen again." I told her, which was met with an infectious smile and a small "it's okay love". God she's so nice, I don't get it. I practically sprinted out of Lecture Hall B, laptop bag swinging from my skinny shoulder. It was 6 o'clock and I wanted to grab a rose for Sofia. I think that's called being a 'hopeless romantic' or something like that. But who cares, I want to treat my amazing girlfriend.

On arrival, I was greeted with a huge, warm hug by my Sofia in nothing but a baby pink thong and matching, frilly apron. It's probably a bit of a shock to most but I'm just used to it by now. She pulled me in for a hard kiss, like we hadn't seen each other in years, then shut the door with her foot, as her hands were full with cooking utensils. She's so cute.
"Sooooo, since we're going out tonight, I thought we should have a special homemade dinner, since I know you find it so difficult because of your anxiety and stuff to go out." Her silky voice is so calming, especially her Italian twang. I just blushed, and she dragged me through the hallway, into the kitchen where there was a set table with an empty vase in the middle.
"I know what you're like, so I put a little vase out for your flower. Don't tell me, you got a huge pink lily right?" She placed a hand on her hip, eyes and nose creasing up sweetly as she smiled her lovely little smile.
"Close, but not quite. I got the biggest red rose I could find for you. Specifically without thorns on, because I'll never hurt you. Not even accidentally." I placed the tall rose into the skinny vase and went over to her, to get a better look in the stark kitchen light. The baby pink colour she was wearing really enhanced her smooth, tanned olive skin, and little beauty marks. The way the apron was tied emphasised the dangerous womanly figure she holds - big curvy hips and a tiny waist. Her short black hair was in a messy, half topknot, putting her shiny, natural ringlets perfectly on show. She's much shorter than I am, so she has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss me, and when we're close like this, she'll stare right up into my eyes with her own. They're a beautiful emerald sea. I've never seen eyes like it, apart from Picasso's, but he's a cat, so it's different anyway.
"Aw man, a pink flower would have gone with my outfit-"
"What outfit?" I giggled and she threw her head back, letting out a huge hearty laugh.
"Red. Well, well, well. Aren't you mysterious? The colour of lust..." She squinted her eyes at me, as though trying to figure me out, walking around me, poking her finger into my belly. "The colour of danger and blood... ooooooo"
"Oh come on, I didn't think of that did I? I'm just trying to show you I care." I shot back, deadly serious. She frowned.
"I'm just playing with you baby, don't get so worked up." Sofia squished my cheeks lovingly, then went back to the dinner. It smelt AMAZING.