the wedding invitation. (on hold)

sept

Amara POV – 7 March 2016

*click clack click clack*

I was lying on my bed, typing up some changed legislator notes for the barrister with my legs on angelo, whilst he was reading up on some poli-sci work I had no clue about. He was wearing his frames again which was quite distracting, but I had to stay focused on the case notes.

I kept feeling him glancing over at me and smirking and i was avoiding looking at him. It was always something silly with him and I did not have the time (I loved it really). The last glance I felt before reacting he just looked at me longingly...and I then had to look at him with open exaggerated eyes.

'what?' I asked with my eyebrow up knowing him he would mention my dent.

'there goes your cute little dent...' we say at the same time with me smirking. 'no seriously, what babe? I have to finish typing up these notes.'

'I just love looking at my woman...you should appreciate being adored by me!'

I rolled my eyes and sighed, 'whatever, would you love to keep looking at your woman if she has no job?'

'skrrr, I don't know about all that', he quips as he steals a few of my peanut M&Ms. I snatch the bag away and hide it behind me.

'is this what working together will be like? Because if so I'd prefer to work on facetime like we have been', I snapped as he pouted. I begrudgingly handed him 4 peanut M&Ms to appease him.

'I love spending time with you. Ed and aisha are all busy and lovey dovey now so I don't have my best friend.' He replied.

'wait so if ed was still free, would you be here?' I quickly joked back.

'if aisha was still free all the time would WE be here?', he motioned between me and him.

'touche' I said as I rolled my eyes.

'periodt', he aggressively whispered and motioned like yung miami (city gworls!)

I slowly looked at my laptop again to get back into the zone and felt him staring again. Angelo tended to have this habit like a kid, where he'd stare consistently or hold things in until the last minute to communicate which we needed to work on.

I closed my laptop and gave him my full attention.

'angelo', I pulled out my peanut M&Ms again as a way to bribe. 'what is bothering you and or on your mind?'

'did you really just say 'and or' in real life? You aren't reciting an essay you know', he retorted cutely to divert the topic.

'stop deflecting. You said we would be honest and open after the valentines fiasco. What's going on?'

'you're right. I apologise....so we have a poli-sci convention for the university coming up. And that means I will be away for a few days' he started.

'okay, that's exciting news right? More chances to network and get word out about your articles and work you're doing on the book.' I responded excitedly whilst doing a gwara gwara (south africans ayyl)

'yeah of course, with the work I've also been doing on my book it all coincides...BUT...'

'uh-oh.'

'don't uh-oh just yet.'

'oh Lord Jesus, will I get this story before you come back and take us to glory?!' I joked falling back on my bed. He took my hand and started caressing my knuckles whilst kissing my hand.