Dear Love, [a student/teacher relationship] Completed, *EDITING*

Hey.

So I’m feeling sad right now, because well… this is the last chapter of Dear Love… and the whole story has become a part of me. As sad, weird… and well… stupid it sounds…. I am actually going to miss my characters…

:’( but if I leave them on a happy note, then maybe I’ll think of them there forever… I don’t know, really… but… I’ll just have to wait and see what tricks I have up my (still packed full) sleeve for the epilogue! :D

Also, dedicated to booksluver16 because she made me a cover, which should be on the side (but might not be because of my crap web skills!) if it isn’t, check it out on photobucket!

ENJOY!

HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Recap! (for the last time!) :(

Then we kissed the night away, and in the hours of darkness, I lost something that could never be given back to me.

But knowing Will had it forever couldn’t make me happier.

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I woke up and smiled, stretching as much as I could without waking Will up; I think he is still asleep and I’m encased in his arms – stretching is a little bit hard to do… but I’ll try anyway.

“Do you want to get up?” A voice said, drawling with laughter. I looked at Will, and into his chocolate brown eyes, dancing with amusement, a slight smile curving up, tugging the ends of his kissable lips. I shook my head, and said,

“No. But I wanted to stretch. But I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He chuckled, “I’ve been awake for a while.”

“Why?” I blurted instantly.

Oh god… was it because I wasn’t… good enough for him? I mean… I was a virgin last night – I had no idea what to expect. I might not have been… pleasurable (**MEGA CRINGE!**) enough for him? I don’t know! I don’t know what to think!

But no way, am I going to ask him if I was… good…

That was just embarrassing! Why would I even do that…?! Ew…

I cant even imagine how much I would blush if I did that.

He answered, “Because I like listening to your heart beat really, really fast.”

I laughed, and said, “Why does it beat fast when I’m sleeping?”

“Because you are sleeping in my arms… of course it would make your heart beat fast!” he said cockily. I raised my eyebrow and said sarcastically, “Yeah, that’s why.”

Even though, he was probably right.

“Up you get.” He said bluntly.

“Why?” I asked, laughing a little.

“Two words… pan,… cakes.” He said bluntly, and I said, “You do realise that’s one word, right, Will, also my ENGLISH LITERATURE teacher. Perhaps you should know the spelling of simple words, Mr C.”

He chuckled, making it on purpose nervous, and he joked, making himself look purposely stupid, “I um… I knew that.”

I laughed, and he said, “At least you knew that, because you’re graduating next week, aren’t you, so words like pancake are REALLY needed in your vocabula-“

I cut him off by sitting up in the bed so suddenly that it made my head spin. He said slowly, “What?” Oh my god! Oh my god! I didn’t realise… wow… Oh my god! I squeaked, “G- G- Graduation is… n- next week?”

He nodded slowly, and I said, “Uh… oh…”

“What?” he asked.

“I’m scared.” I squeaked. He sighed, “Oh, No No, you’ll be fine! You’re smart, funny, pretty, you’re amazing, and so much more. You’ll be fine!” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and squeezed it gently, which made me snake mine round his waist, leaning into him, saying, “Thanks.”

“Its no problem to tell the truth.” He said.

Awww!!!

“Now…” he said, “how bout them pancakes?” he said jokingly.

I nodded, laughing, and said, “Yeah. I’m onto it.”

I got up and picked up one of Will’s shirts, tossing it over my head and then walking to the kitchen, and that was where I saw… it.

The chilli powder.

Hmm… I haven’t done this in the while, I grinned evilly. I grabbed all of the needed ingredients to make a… NORMAL… pancake, and then mixed them all together like normal. I then halved the mixture, and put chilli powder in one of them.

I giggled excitedly, and made the pancakes. Then I remembered. The last time I did this, he told me that he wasn’t born yesterday, and swopped round our plates when I wasn’t looking. With this in mind, I gave myself the chilli ones, and him the normal ones.