Me: School just annoys me. Like, I'm sick of it and there's no point of me bein there cause I have no more exams. Also you're -- *Gets interuppted by my boyfriend kissing me*
Him: ...Sorry, I needed to interupt. I need to say something
Me: What have I told you about doing that? Anyway, what do you want to say?
Him: You say I'm lucky, cause I'm year 11 and I've finished school. But I hate it. Want to know why?
Me: Do tell.
Him: *Takes my hands and stares into my eyes*
Me: *Stares back, then looks away, blushing*
Him: Cause I no longer get to make you blush at lunch. I don't see you all cranky in the morning, yelling at Alex. I don't get to walk past your lesson and mouth 'I love you' if you're in there for a double. In fact, I hate waiting til 3pm to see you in town or on your way home. I'd rather be in school with you.
Me: I love you.
Him: I know, baby. I love you too. And we're going to last forever this time. We'll date all through sixth form, through you being in Uni. We're gonna make it, babe.
Me: I know.
I love him so much. =']