Problem Solving

"maybe happy"

She soon knocks on my door so I quickly go downstairs to let her in. I don't think I'm quite as nervous, but still. The call we had the other day was quite intense.

I open the door. She looks as perfect as she always does. Today she's wearing a jacket I've never seen before. It's a dark blue bomber jacket and I like it a lot. And she's got on my favourite lipstick of hers. It's like a matte dark nude pink. She's so irresistible.

"If you don't want me to compliment you, you shouldn't look so good" I tell her, kinda bitterly. She smiles

"Stop, I'm in a good mood today don't push it" she comes in and kisses me "I missed you"

"I missed you too.." I shut the door behind her "we should go up to my room"

"I'm just a booty call?" She jokes, I smile

"I can't think of anything that describes you less.. I just like talking in my room better than talking downstairs."

"Why's that, baby?" She asks sweetly. She's being so cute. I feel guilty I haven't told her about London yet.

"Intimacy, I suppose" I pause "Lizzy I really really badly need to tell you something" I gush, letting the guilt out. She doesn't look as panicked as I feel.

"You're pregnant?" She kinda smiles even

"No take it seriously" I urge, she kisses my lips

"Okay okay, I'm sorry. Your room?" She asks

"Yeah, my room."

"Alright let's go" she takes my hand and we go up.

I'm nervous. So nervous. I don't know how she'll react. She seems to really like me right now.. in fact she's seemed to really like me for a long time now.

"After you, baby" she holds my door open for me

"Thank you" I mumble, going to sit down on my bed. We have designated spots to sit in on my bed. She's always on my right, closest to my pillows. I'm more at the end of my bed.

"So come on, what's upsetting you?" She asks, closing my door fully. Just in case. "You seem troubled.." she sits next to me in her spot

"I am a bit... well.. quite very." just say it. "I think I'm definitely going to London next year" I tell her, my heart beating hard and fast.

She doesn't at all look like I've told her something as big as I have. She seems fine.

Why?

Doesn't she worry about me and her?

"You're going to London?" She asks, I nod a little. "Cool, me too. My parents said it was okay" she says simply. I feel out of breath.

"How're you so..?" I try to ask, she raises her eyebrows to ask me softly. I kinda exhale a humourless laugh "you're so calm?"

"We've talked about this before baby.. I told you, I'll beat up any British bitch I have to in order to keep you to myself." She smiles. She makes me swoon. All the time, in fact. "why'd you panic baby?"

It bothers me she's being so calm.

"Everything" I frown "especially us."... She nods a tiny little bit. I think she gets it.

"Alright, baby, talk to me about it.. We have all day" she pauses "you wanna lie down with me?". She definitely gets it. She seems to pick up on my emotions very easily. She's never had to before now, because before it hasn't ever been this serious.

But she's very empathetic.

"Yeah I do" I crawl to the top of my bed, she gets into position and indicates for me to cuddle her. I do cuddle her. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my head