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William Fullton
Stupid journal that my brother the shrink told me to start
Friday, March 9
7:30 PM
Bloody hell.
Okay. So this journal is supposed to be for me to sort out my thoughts, right? Be able to make heads and tails of what I’m feeling, so that when I see it spelled out in front of me, my life will seem simpler and less frustrating.
Let’s look at the evidence, shall we?
1. Best sex I’ve ever had, hands down.
2. I’ve written, or started to write, not one but TWO songs about her.
3. I’ve willingly agreed to chaperone her around London.
4. I spent the night at her place last night.
5. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since the aforementioned sex.
6. I had a good time today.
Oh shit. This is not good.
I had a good time today.
I had a GOOD time SIGHTSEEING around London with ABRIANNA.
What the hell is wrong with me? The system I have set up right now with her… it’s a beautiful thing! Yes I have to wine and dine her just to get sex, but the thing is, it’s amazing sex, and frankly it’s worth it – and I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT HER WANTING A RELATIONSHIP!!!
And yet… I’m getting attached. What is WRONG with me?!?!
I didn’t even think about it while I was out with her all day today. I was just so busy having a good time with her that I didn’t realize until I dropped her off at her hotel just exactly what that means.
I DON’T WANT A RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW. So why am I acting this way? I should be running in the other direction for Christ’s sake!
That’s what I need to do. I need to distance myself from Abrianna, because I can’t… I can’t finish that sentence, that’s what I can’t do. I don’t care how good of a shag she is, I’m sure I can find someone just as good if not better. There are plenty of beautiful bums out in the world, I’m sure I can find another one just as magnificent as hers.
I’ll just ignore her, that’s what I’ll do. She’ll get all insecure, like women do, and she’ll freak out, but oh well – not my problem.
I have to get out, now.
P.S. I’ve got the purple knickers on, as promised. ;)
Abbie Giordano – Personal Diary
Saturday, March 10
Okay seriously. What the hell is his problem?
First of all, he came into work EARLY today, which is weird enough as it is, and I have a sneaking suspicion that he did it so that someone else would be doing his makeup. And after that, he went straight down to the set. No lewd remarks, no leering looks, not so much as a wink. Then, after lunch I still haven’t heard from him, so I pass him this note… and nothing. The last notes that we passed back and forth? I could just TELL how much those excited him. Not to mention that I made good on a promise I made him in bed to wear my sexy underwear to work, just so that he could look at me and know what I was wearing, and he doesn’t so much as BAT AN EYE towards me?
What the hell is going on?
Oh god… what if that whore that he had an “appointment” with last night is better than I am? And he actually LIKES her or something? That would be so beyond humiliating… wouldn’t Dan Mahoney love to know that my sex-only fling has decided that he can find better sex elsewhere…
Not to mention that I was coming to enjoy the whole sex thing immensely, way more than I thought I would… and frankly, if I have to choose between having it and not having it, well, I think it’s pretty clear what I would choose.
Okay Will just walked by on his way to his dressing room, and didn’t even so much as look this direction. That’s it, I’m finding out what his problem is.
William Fullton
Stupid journal that my brother the shrink told me to start
Saturday, March 10
Shit, bugger, piss-it, FUCK.
That girl is too smart for her own good. Why can’t the good-looking ones just not have a brain? That would make things so much easier…
I was doing so well, avoiding her all day… especially after she passed me that note saying that she was wearing those incredibly sexy purple knickers of hers. Dear Lord, I deserve a medal for my self-restraint. And then she has to go and follow me into my dressing room and make a big deal about how I hadn’t even “batted an eyelash” at her, was the terminology I believe she used. She stood in front of the door (hmm, familiar move – like I said, too smart for her own good) and refused to let me leave until I explained things to her. I made up some excuse about being busy and stressed out and she relaxed a little bit… but then she did the exact thing that I knew would be my downfall.
“Well… if you’re stressed out, I know I can help with that…”
She slunk towards me, looking at me like she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and the next thing I knew, there were the purple knickers, and frankly I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. This was so unlike her too. She’s normally ridiculously sexy, but in a way that is more subtle, and needs to be drawn out. But this… she was the one seducing me, for I think the first time ever.
Leading, of course, to a frantic quickie on my tiny little dressing room couch.
Damn her. Damn her to bloody hell.
I managed to make an excuse about needing to sleep tonight, which was how I could avoid having another rendezvous tonight… but I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
I’m so fucked.
Abbie Giordano – Personal Diary
Saturday, March 10
Ha. Still got it.
Take that you dumb whore.
Fr: amg538
Re: hello honey!
Hi honey!
I figured you have been busy and haven’t been able to call, so I thought I would e-mail you just to check in and see how things are going in London. You haven’t been mugged yet, have you? You’re using that travel purse, right? And locking your hotel door at all times? And never going anywhere by yourself at night? Please tell me that you are, Abrianna, or I’ll never sleep at night for as long as you’re there.
Bad news, however… I’m afraid Dan Mahoney has figured out where you’ve disappeared to. I promise that it wasn’t me, I really did keep my mouth shut. But he called here the other day and said that he knew you were in London, and he wanted to know for how long. Well, since he already knew where you were, I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in telling him when we expected you back. Hope you don’t mind. (What did happen between the two of you anyway? You never really elaborated.)
Daddy says hi, he’s at work on the deck – finally! Which is why I’m not bothering him to come in and write a note to you himself. I want my deck functional already! Haha.
Well anyway, I won’t bore you anymore with details from home. I hope you’re working hard and having a good time and seeing the sights – don’t forget to take a picture on Abbey Road for me!
Love,
Your Mother
William Fullton
Stupid journal that my brother the shrink told me to start
Tuesday, March 13
Argh. This girl is impossible to shake. She’s like a bad habit. She IS a bad habit.
Oh well. I’m in too deep to get out now, might as well hunker down and pray for daylight.
Places in London to take Abbie to
-my old neighborhood pub
-Westminster Abbey
-St Paul’s Cathedral
-Courtauld Gallery
-outside of London day-trip to Windsor? Salisbury Cathedral? Stonehenge?
Abbie Giordano – Personal Diary
Wednesday, March 14
5:29 PM
So Will and I are going out tonight to a bar near where he grew up. He’s going to introduce me to a bunch of his “school mates.”
That’s not weird and too couple-y, is it?
Emma can’t believe that this dysfunctional “relationship” has lasted as long as it has. She figured that I’d have sex with him a couple times before I would want more, or he would want more, or one of us would get sick of the other, or whatever… but no, this weird little “friendship” has continued.
But whatever, the sex has just been getting better and better, so I’m not complaining. Though he has seemed a little reluctant over the past week… I don’t know what it was, maybe he really was just tired and overworked, but he didn’t seem all that interested in sex. Actually, it was more like I had to twist his arm to get him to spend time with me, but once we started fooling around, he was more into it than ever. Weird.
Okay, whatever, I’m not going to overthink this. That’s the beauty of this relationship – I don’t have to overthink, overanalyze, wondering what hidden meanings could be lurking underneath simple words like “You look so pretty” or “I’ll give you a call later.” I’m just gonna go, have fun, and impress the hell out of all of his friends and make them so jealous.
Yeah.
3:38 AM
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god. I’m freaking out.
Okay. Deep breath, start from the beginning…
So Will picked me up around 8, and we took the tube over to this pub to meet his friends. We were talking the whole time, and he was even acting normally again, instead of all weird like he had been earlier this week. We were having a good time.
We get to the bar and meet his friends. That was definitely a high point of the evening – they took one look at me and from the smug little grins on their faces I could tell they thought I was hot, and it was quite an ego booster.
But here’s the thing… Will’s been acting weird all night, and this was when he first showed signs of it. Weird in a different way than before though. Like, okay, when we stepped off the tube, he put his hand on the small of my back to guide me through the station. He’s never done that before. Grabbed my ass in public, yes. Walked around with his hand in my back pocket, yes. Wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leaning on me, trying to cop a feel in the middle of the street? Yes, once when he was completely wasted.
But the small of my back? Never.
And then, once we were out of the station and walking down the street, he kinda pulled me closer and rested his hand on my hip.
Yeah, DEFINITELY never done that before.
So we get to the pub, and he released me just long enough to greet his friends, but then when he introduced me, he put his hand right back where it was.
Okay, I suppose he could’ve been doing this because we were meeting his friends, so that they didn’t get the wrong idea about us and think I was a whore or something… but then again, I thought the point of me meeting his friends was to show off how he had this great booty-call relationship with a hot girl, so clearly he’s told them about our situation… (He never outright admitted that that’s why we were meeting his friends, but come on, that’s so obviously what was going on. He’s so transparent.)
Oh, right, and, another weird thing… he introduced me as Abbie. And he called me Abbie all night long. I almost said something to him about it, but then I decided not to.
Anyway… so we spent a long time at the pub, just drinking with his friends, playing pool, etc. His friends were actually pretty cool guys, I wouldn’t mind hanging out with them again. I had fun at the pub.
There was one weird moment at the pub though – I had gone to the bathroom, and when I came back I went to the bar to get another drink, and I could hear Will talking about me with one of his friends Simon. They probably thought that I was out of earshot and couldn’t hear them, but the pub was fairly empty, and they were fairly drunk, so they probably thought that their voices were lower than they actually were. Anyway, I could hear Simon say something about how incredibly hot I was (man, I’m gonna get a big head hanging out with all these guys) and Will was agreeing with him. So then, Simon asks how I am in bed, and get this…
Will says that he doesn’t want to talk about that
His exact words were “Aww, come on mate, have some class.”
Simon continues to cajole him… “Jesus, Will, come on, Celia hasn’t been giving it up for weeks now, I need to get my kicks from somewhere.”
Will replies… “Sorry, mate, you’ll have to get them somewhere else. I’m not going there.”
Holy crap.
Most people wouldn’t think twice about this, because it’s considered common courtesy not to discuss your love life in such detail, especially when the person is standing across the room from you. But with Will? This was definitely extraordinary. Like I’ve said a million times before – the whole point of this relationship is SEX. Why wouldn’t he want to talk about it with his buddies?
I tried to brush it off and enjoy the rest of the night. We left around 2 AM, and Will took me back to the hotel. I was unsure about whether or not he’d be coming up, but there didn’t seem to be any doubt in his mind – he came right up without any debating.
Okay. Now comes the thing that I’m totally wigging out about…
WE DIDN’T HAVE SEX.
We came up to my room, he pulled off his shirt and pants and laid down in my bed in his boxers, and I went in to use the bathroom. When I came out… he was asleep. He had just fallen asleep in my bed, like it was completely natural for him.
I don’t know what to do. I’m freaking out right now. We both have another day off tomorrow so we’re supposed to go out sightseeing again. But… I’m so confused. Why is he acting like this? What the hell is going on?
God, I need sleep…
4:22 AM
Oh god. I was moving his clothes off the bed and his jacket opened, and a little notebook fell out from the inside pocket. I think it’s a journal, or diary, or whatever. He’s dead asleep – really dead asleep, because the people in the room next to us are having very loud sex and he’s not even stirring.
Screw it. I’ve got to find out what’s going on with him.
4:24 AM
He had a girlfriend? For 2 years? And he likes to write SONGS? How did I not know all this about him?
4:27 AM
He was the guy hitting on everyone at the cast party?!?!
4:32 AM
He’s got quite the ass fetish, doesn’t he?
4:52 AM
Oh my god. He doesn’t – he can’t, no, no way. There’s no…
5:01 AM
He loves me.
5:02 AM
No he doesn’t. God, what the hell is wrong with me?
5:04 AM
He does. And I think I love him too.
5:07 AM
I think I’m going to throw up.
William Fullton
Stupid journal that my brother the shrink told me to start
Thursday, March 15
10:42 AM
Shit. I think she knows. She’s in the shower right now… I woke up early this morning and she was curled up in my arms, her head tucked under my chin and her arms around my waist.
God, we didn’t have sex last night. Oh no. She knows. She knows she knows she knows.
What am I talking about? What does she know? NOTHING IS WRONG. I FEEL NOTHING.
And then I told her about Megan… god, I can’t believe I told her about Megan… I had woken up and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I was laying there for what seemed like an eternity, just holding her… she woke up and said good morning, and almost immediately afterwards, she asked “Will, who did you date before you met me?”
I was so thrown off guard that I just answered it completely honestly. I told her everything about Megan, about how we had dated for two years, and then as soon as I became remotely successful in acting, she dumped me and headed straight for the first rich, famous guy she could find who I’d introduced her to. And she just laid there and listened to me, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, like she was so interested in what I was saying and so-
God. I think I’m going to throw up.
What the hell is wrong with me?
And who is knocking at the door?
Abbie Giordano – Personal Diary
Thursday, March 15
8:13 PM
I am not sitting here right now.
There’s no way that what happened today actually happened. It just… it can’t be true. It’s got to be some sort of dream. Or a movie or something. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to me, it just… DOESN’T.
First of all, it was a surreal night and morning. After I read all that stuff in Will’s journal, and saw so clearly and plainly for myself how he felt about me… I just kinda wigged out. I don’t know if he loves me, but it’s for sure that from what he said in his journal (and why would you lie in a journal?) he definitely feels something other than fuck-buddy feelings towards me. So after pacing the room frantically for a few minutes, I did something that I totally wasn’t expecting.
I curled up in bed next to him.
I guess I did it just because I wanted to see. To check, if you will, to make sure that all I felt for him were fuck-buddy feelings.
So here’s the bad news… I’m pretty sure I felt something else.
I was so exhausted when I woke up this morning, since I hadn’t gotten any sleep, and then when I woke up and he was next to me… I had to ask about that Megan girl, I just had to know what happened, and it definitely explains why he has acted the way he has…
Anyway. We laid in bed for awhile, talking about Megan and just… a bunch of stuff. And for the first time, I felt like he was actually talking to me. Not hitting on me, not talking about sex, but really TALKING to me.
And I found myself really interested in what he was saying.
So after a looong conversation I got up to take a shower, and I had just stepped out and was towel drying myself off when I heard voices – loud and male and definitely not coming from the TV. I stepped out of the bathroom just in time to see Will flying backwards, hitting the bed. I yelled and went towards him, and he was holding his jaw. I crouched down next to him and touched his chin, but he was looking past me at something. I finally realized then that he had been hit, and I looked up and saw…
Yes, that’s right…
Asshole Dan Mahoney.
He was standing there looking all indignant, staring down at Will and me, his fists clenched. Now, Dan was a hockey player in high school, so I knew that Will must’ve been hurting right then. I found out later from Will that Dan had knocked on the door and Will had gone to answer it, wearing what he had worn to bed that night – boxers, messy hair, and a dazed expression on his face. Dan asked who he was, Will asked the same, Dan asked where I was and Will replied that I was taking a shower, and the next thing, Dan had punched him. I looked back down at Will and asked him if he was okay. He just kinda glowered at Dan, but his gaze softened a little bit when he looked at me. “Maybe you should ask Johnny Bravo over there,” he remarked. Dan took a step towards us, and that’s when I snapped.
Me: Dan what the FUCK are you doing here?!
Dan: I told you I was coming to London.
Me: Jesus fucking CHRIST, Dan!! I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO COME!! How the hell did you figure out where I was anyway?
Dan: Of course you didn’t want me to come. But what the hell else was I supposed to do? You won’t return my calls, you send me drunken e-mails telling me you never want to talk to me again… I just want to talk to you, Abs.
Me: Don’t call me that! Did it ever occur to you that I wasn’t talking to you because I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU?
Dan: But you haven’t heard my side of the story.
(CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT UNBELIEVABLE ASSHOLE? In fact, the name “asshole” isn’t even asshole-ish enough to describe him. There should be a word invented that means like, the ultimate asshole of the entire world, and it can only be used to describe him.)
Me: How can there BE another side of the story, you jackass? YOU CHEATED ON ME AND THEN YOU BROKE UP WITH ME. You made it pretty GODDAMN CLEAR who you chose!!
Dan: But-
Me: BUT NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO DISCUSS!!
So at this point I was point, I was basically hysterical. Everything that had happened in the last 12 hours was already pent up inside of me to the point of bursting, and now I had to add in this asshole pretending that he cared about me and hitting the one person who possibly actually DID care about me, and I just burst. I was yelling, and I didn’t realize until I stopped that I was crying too.
I realized after there was a moment of silence that Will had stood up and was standing behind me.
Will: I’m pretty sure you’re done here.
Dan: I’m pretty sure you have no part of this, so why don’t you do us all a favor and shut the hell up so I can talk to my girlfriend.
I was about to tell him that I was not his girlfriend and that he needed to get the hell out when Will’s fist did the talking for me.
I couldn’t believe it – not one, but TWO guys had punched for me. Granted, it wasn’t exactly a good thing, not on the Dan side anyway, but still. This is where the “I feel like my life is a movie” thing comes into play.
Dan went reeling backwards and ran into the doorframe, and Will took advantage of his weakened state to shove him the rest of the way out the door and slam it closed behind him. Dan tried to knock on the door, sounding angry, for a few minutes, but when he realized that he had no way of getting in and we were sure as hell not going to let him in again, he eventually left. Will and I were just standing there, staring at the closed door, until we heard Dan leave. Will turned slowly and looked at me.
Will: Are you okay?
Me: I’m fine… are YOU okay?
W: Little tender but it’s alright.
And then this intense moment happened… I reached up to touch his jaw, just because I wanted to feel if there was anything wrong, but I ended up kind of caressing the side of his face. My hand dropped after a moment though our eyes were still locked on each other, and then he reached up and wiped off the tears that were still on my wet cheeks.
Will: Why the hell would anyone ever cheat on you?
Me: You should’ve asked Dan that… apparently he had his reasons.
Will: (shakes head) There are no reasons. Why would anyone ever want to? You’re sweet, and caring, and generous, the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, you actually listen when people talk to you, and you’re… you’re…
And then he kissed me.
And it was different than all the other times, because he wasn’t pushing his tongue into my mouth, or trying to unhook my bra at the same time… he was just kissing me, just because he wanted to kiss me.
And then suddenly he stopped. He pulled away and crossed the room, pushing his fingers through his hair. I said “Will?” very hesitantly, but he didn’t respond. He was just standing there for a minute, looking at the wall, and then he turned and started pulling his clothes on again. I said his name again, and he cleared his throat.
W: I uh, I have to get going.
M: Oh, well… um, what about sightseeing?
W: Oh, right, well… I uh, forgot, I’ve got something I’ve got to do today. Sorry.
M: Will? Are you okay?
W: Yep. Fine. Bye.
And with that he just left.
I’ve been sitting around this hotel room all day. I only just know have processed things enough to write about them in here.
And after writing all this down… I’m still completely lost.
William Fullton’s PDA
Thursday, March 15
What a night. What a nightmare. On top of everything else, my journal must have fallen out of my pocket in Abbie’s hotel room.
I don’t know what to do. I’m so totally, utterly lost.
I don’t know how I feel about her. I might as well come out and say it. I’m trying so hard to deny it, but… I think I’ve actually developed real feelings for her. I mean, look at all the evidence… I’ve been writing songs about her, thinking about her, we had amazing sex, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before… I’ve started calling her Abbie, first in my own head and then out loud… and when that guy was standing there in front of her, and she was yelling and crying about how he cheated on her… all I wanted was for that guy to suffer. I don’t care that he punched me, that’s not why I punched him. And I gladly would’ve done it again.
This can’t be happening. Neither of us wants or is capable of a relationship right now. This is so unfortunate, such an inopportune time… and now she knows, there’s no doubt in my mind that she knows… I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Fr: lastmanstanding
Re: quick question
Hey Mum-
Just one question, and I’d appreciate it if you’d just answer the question without a lot of discussion or questions of your own…
How did you know it when you fell in love with Dad? How did you know it was real?
-William
Fr: abbie225
Re: re:hello honey!
Hi Mom,
Don’t really have time to talk right now. I promise I’ll call or e-mail soon, I swear… but for now, I just have this one question.
How did you know that it was the real thing when you fell in love with Dad?
If you just answer this one question without giving me much grief, I promise a detailed account of everything I’ve done in London will come shortly after… for now, I just really need to know.
Love,
Abbie
Abbie Giordano – Personal Diary
Friday, March 16
Oh god, work today was just awful. Will and I both managed to avoid each other, and you’d think on the set of a huge movie like this, we’d be able to successfully manage to never see each other… but no. I saw him at least 6 times today, at least in passing, if not for a more extended period of time.
Argh, I don’t know what to do… I’m so lost… I wish someone had some answers for me.
Fr: lydiafullton
Re: re:quick question
Hello darling,
Your e-mail sounded urgent so I thought I would reply to it straight away. But I do want to say before I start this – and I know you said you don’t want a lot of questions, but I just want to say – that I do hope that this isn’t about that girl Megan.
Right. So your question… how did I know it was love with your father? That’s a hard question, sweetheart – not something that can be easily answered in a quick e-mail. But I will say this much… Part of how I knew I loved him was that he embodied everything that I wanted to be. All of his good characteristics were things I admired about him, and characteristics that I wish I myself had. I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with your father when I realized that I didn’t want anyone else to have him. Among many other emotions that I had with your father, this is one that seems most prominent in my memory, and that must have some significance. The day came when I knew that I didn’t want anyone else to ever be with him – I wanted to be the only one who could see what a wonderful man he was, because I thought that if the world could see him like I did, then everyone else would want him. And I knew he was in love with me, because he felt the exact same way.
I hope this helps, darling. I love you.
Love,
Mum
Fr: amg538
Re: re:re: hello honey!
Hi honey,
You sounded a little concerned in your e-mail, so I thought I’d get back to you right away. You know me, and you know I’m dying to ask a million questions right now, but I’ll respect your wishes and just answer your question – as long as you’re sure to tell me what’s going on as soon as I give you my answer!
You asked me how I knew that I was in love with your father? To put it simply, and I really mean simply, because emotions as strong as love are almost impossible to put into a few sentences… to put it simply, I knew that I was in love with him, and that he was in love with me, when I saw how much he wanted to take care of me. He didn’t just want to be with me for selfish reasons, he wanted me to be happy, whatever that entailed – with or without him. If I would be happy with him, as he told me when he proposed, then he promised that he would never falter from his job of keeping me happy.
I hope this is what you were looking for… that is, if you were looking for something specific. But I love you honey, don’t ever forget that!
Love,
Mom
William Fullton
Stupid journal that my brother the shrink told me to start
Saturday, March 17
Hi Will. I’m sure you’re probably mad that I read your journal, but I’m glad I did. This, in combination with what has been happening between us lately, has made me realize that you are a lot more to me than a friend with benefits. I think I might be in love with you. I don’t know for sure, but I do know that I want to find out.
I think you’d make me happy, Will, and I think I’d do the same for you. If you want to find out… you know where to find me.
-Your Abrianna
Abbie Giordano – Personal Diary
Saturday, March 17
12:29 AM
I still can’t believe that I left him that letter. But I got that e-mail from my mom… and it was just exactly what I was looking for, and it all just clicked.
This evening has been the most romantic of my life.
I had an intern deliver the journal with the note about how I found it in the hotel room taped to the cover about an hour before I left for the day. I was freaking out about it the whole time, but I figured that he probably wouldn’t flip it open and start writing in it the second I left. So I dawdled around, finished my day, and then walked out of the studio. It was raining when I walked out the door – very fitting London weather, or so I’m told. It was nice. It felt like… renewal. At that point, I really didn’t know how he was going to respond to my note, but I had convinced myself that if he didn’t feel the same, I’d get over it, and be glad that I got out before I caused myself some serious pain.
I was walking on the sidewalk in front of the building, rain pouring down on me, when I heard the doors open and close behind me, and someone yelling my name.
My heart stopped when I turned around and saw Will jogging to catch up with me. I stood there as he neared me, holding up the now waterlogged journal.
“Did you mean this?” he asked. I nodded.
And then he was kissing me.
A kiss in the rain. The most amazing kiss I’ve ever experienced. Both of us were soaking, clinging to each other, his hands crushing me to him and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
“So here’s the thing,” he said when we finally pulled apart. “I’m realizing what an amazing woman you are, and I want you all to myself. I don’t want anyone else to have you. When I heard your jackass ex-boyfriend that morning, talking as if you belonged to him… it killed me. And as a wise woman has just advised me… I’m pretty sure this means I’m falling in love with you.” I couldn’t help myself from smiling.
“Here’s the thing,” I repeated. “I’ve seen you take care of me. And I’ve seen how happy you make me, and how happy I make you. And as a wise woman has just advised me… I’m pretty sure this means I’m falling in love with you.” He smiled back at me, that smug smile that used to make me want to shove my makeup brushes up his nose.
“It’s a good thing we have these wise women to tell us how we feel,” he said. I giggled.
“Is your mom asking you half a billion questions too?” He threw his head back and laughed before leaning down and kissing me again, this kiss full of laughter.
“Of course. Come on, let’s get out of the rain.”
So we went back to my hotel. We ordered some room service, and we’ve just been sitting here talking all night. Talking about everything, all the things that we didn’t know about each other. He told me about all the songs he writes and his secret ambitions to someday make an album, and I told him all about my secret goal of someday visiting every country in the world.
And now he’s in the bathroom, and when he comes out, we’re going to have loud, raucous sex.
This has been a good day.
Fr: lastmanstanding
Re: thank you and I love you
Thanks, Mum. I owe you one.
I love you,
William
PS Best set an extra place at Easter. :)
Fr: abbie225
Re: best advice ever!
Thanks Mom. I love you, and I owe you a big one.
Sorry so short, but I’m a bit busy right now – but I promise you’ll get a phone call, on my grave – swear to god.
Love,
Abbie
Fr: abbie225
Re: thank you
Yes, you read the subject line right Dan – I wanted to thank you. Thanks to you, and your rude and definitely unwelcome appearance in London, I’ve discovered the best thing to happen to me in a long time.
-Abbie
PS You’ll be receiving notice of the restraining order soon.
