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I'M GOING OUT WITH STEFAN TODAY, and you're mega jealous of me because you're not. Ha. Ok sorry I'm just excited to be seen in public with a sex god. Anywayzzzz. DropDead tshirt (awks if we wear the same), shorts, converse, looking reem. Letz go. We agreed to meet outside a Café near my hizzle cause I can't be arsed to walk far and he wouldn't tell me where he lived (life = ruined). I spotted him standing outside looking all gorgeous with his Tinkerbell tshirt and hat and trainers and I want this man to be the father of my children. He looked up at me and smiled, how I managed to stay standing I didn't know. "Hiya!" he seemed well happy to see me and hugged me straight away but a really good tight hug, not an awkward crappy one arm thing. I mumbled a hello as he squeezed my love out of me and we started walking... I don't even know where we're going, we could be going to a book factory and I'd still love it cause I get to stare at sex god Stefan's mighty fine bootay all day. Ok I sound like a nob and I'm daydreaming. Back to real life. "So how many times have you seen TMB before?" oh I might just die on him in a second if he keeps looking at me. "Quite a few... I can't get enough of you guys, seriously," trying not to sound like a bumder. "Haha thanks," asdfghjkl someone plan my funeral I'm going to die. We're walking down a street I've never been down before. Where are we going?????? Oh he's taken me a different way to the cinema, cool cool. Cinema. Kinky. He didn't even ask what I want to see, he just picked up tickets for a film I tweeted about the other day, one that I said looked really scary and I'd need someone to hold my hand. Psht as if he saw my tweet. We bought some cokes and skittles, and sat on one of the middle rows cause there will be a load of year eight sluts getting laid on the back row. Ew man. 
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halfway through le movie
Why did I want to come see this. Fml this is ridiculously scary. I felt something brush my hand and looked out of the corner of my eye so I didn't scare him. Stefan trying to hold my hand, cutiiiieeeeeee. I allowed it to happen (what sort of messed up idiot wouldn't?) and he started to snuggle me as the film moved on. Oh he's stopped holding hands, I see how it is. Bitch. Carrying on watching film. Trying not to be scared. Stefan stop yawning you look like a douche. Something's over my shoulders... Stefan's arm. Wait. STEFANS ARM IS AROUND MY SHOULDERS. LIKE IN FILMS AND STUFF, YEP THAT'S WHAT WE'RE DOING. AND I'M KEEPING CALM LIKE A BOSS. Just gonna nuzzle into him and make it cute. I don't even care about this film anymore lol I'll just come see it again. This is more than perfect ok this is heaven and all of the cinema doors should be locked and we should be strapped to our seats so we can't leave and we'd have to stay like this forever yep. And after all that, we didn't even eat the skittles.

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