“Where am I actually meant to sleep?” I turned to him with an raised eyebrow. A smirk grew on his face when he pulled me even closer. “Well actually you are meant to sleep on the couch but we both know that the couch is already occupied so how about you sleep in my room.” I made a face as if I would think about it. “Well, I could do that but there is only one problem.” Joe frowned, before I leaned in so my mouth was right next to his ear “I forgot to bring pjs”. Joe gulped before picking me up in his arms and carried me upstairs into his room as soon as the was closed he whispered into my ear “Oh that's not a problem.”

"Do you believe in love at the first sight?" he asked the girl he met not even 24 hours before. "I didn't until I met you." she answered honestly.

"I'm sorry," he began, stepping forward "I couldn't say this over the phone. I couldn't. I just... I was so happy!" Your face fell, you were sitting here, dreading everything you had ever done, and he was happy. "When you told me, my heart stopped, I - I couldn't speak... I love you (Name.) and I couldn't tell you that, without wanting to touch you, to hold you, to make you mine, and just... just look at you." He sighed, his cheeks beet red, your own matching him style. TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED, WILL HATE, OR ARE SENSTIVE TO TOPICS INVOLVING DEPRESSION/ANXIETY #2 Dan #10 YOUTUBE

Moving to London, finally. New people, new home, new life. You can forget all of your problems back in North America, with the help of someone special... _____________ Forewarning: I wrote this story many years ago, so I apologize for all the spelling mistakes, grammar issues and the overall overused plot. My writing has since improved, but I'd rather not edit and correct all these things for the sake of looking back on how much I've grown and changed, writing-wise. Thanks for your understanding!