Definition: Slut [ complete ]

[19] A Person

NOTE:
This story will be removed the moment I finish it's prequel (S's & Ex's). And then I'm going to rewrite this <3
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Definition: Slut
[19] A Person

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PREVIOUSLY:
The group throws a surprise party for Oliver during the day of the intervention. It turns out that the group didn't need to make an intervention due to the fact that Emily and Jonathan worked out their problems. Though, Andrew used the time to announce that his relationship with Ella was now over and they decided to remain friends.
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If I thought that Mr. Darcy was the kind of guy I wanted to marry, listening to Emily's story of how she and Jonathan made up made Mr. Darcy look like Edward next to Romeo. Which was saying something since I've been dreaming of marrying a Darcy-like guy since I was thirteen.

Once all of our lectures and seminars were over for the day, we decided to go to our dorm room so that Emily could tell us what happened between her and Jonathan. She'd only told us about the part where they bumped into each other when crossing the street, made small talk, and professed his undying love to her when both Mia and I started giggling, giving her knowing looks. So, when Emily began to tell us how Jonathan gently placed a hand on her shoulder even though she was wearing heaves of clothing, just his touch apparently made her go weak to her knees, we went crazy with the cooing, gushing on how sweet and romantic and cute Jonathan was being.

"Stop interrupting!" Emily grumbled, throwing a pillow at Mia's direction. Her face was flushed due to embarrassment, and it was kind of funny how she was acting. I've never seen her out of character when it came to things, and seeing this side of her was a bit refreshing.

"But it's so adorable!" she protested, clutching the pillow as she squeezed it together with all her might. "I mean, he practically proposed to you, Emily!"

Emily blushed, her brown eyes widening with Mia's words. "H-he did no such thing," she stuttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"He said he wanted to spend the rest of his life you," I told her, grinning.

The red colour on her cheeks grew brighter. She literally was the same colour as a tomato. It was cute. "Did not," Emily argued stubbornly, though we all knew that Jonathan did and Emily could deny it all she wanted, but I was certain that she knew that, too.

Mia smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She got up beside me and stood in the middle of the room, turning to Em with her smirk widening. "If I remember correctly, just a few minutes ago, these are your exact words of what his exacts words were," Mia got down on her knees as she repeated Jonathan's voice in a mocking tone, adding hand movements and dramatic noises when she recited, "I miss you because when I'm not with you, all I do is think about you. And when I think about you, I just want to be with you."

Emily was blushing brightly. When Mia paused to point it out, Em threw her a glare.

"I shouldn't have told you guys anything," she groused, her eyes narrowing at Mia who stood up quickly before turning to me, winking. I took that as my cue to continue the speech Jonathan said.

Skipping in front of Mia, I took her hand in mine and kneeled on one knee, throwing my other hand back and moved it in weird motions as I narrated, "Emily, you deserve the world, and I know I can't give you that," I continued, grinning, trying not to laugh at the fact at the expression Em wore. "But, instead, I'll give you my heart. And even if you don't want it, I'll never take it back, 'cause I know that you're the one who's supposed to have it, no matter what."