I stared at my boyfriend, slightly in shock. I'm sure that I still had toast dangling from my lips at this point, I'm not 100% sure. What I was sure of was that he had just said something very, very unexpected. Something monumental.
And as it was morning, and I am (famously) not a morning person, I was very, very unprepared to deal with this news.
'What?!' Whole Food's granery toast sprayed out of my mouth in shock, causing my mother to admonish me with a sharp 'Craig!' Yeah, makes sense she would remark on that and not on the bombshell my significant other just dropped.
'It's just that . . . I've been thinking . . . umm . . . .' Tweek looked down into his lap, hands suddenly there twisting at each other. I didn't make a move to stop them, however, my staring must have gone on slightly too long and they reached up for his hair. That's when I found myself automatically moving forwards to dis-entangle them, the move so ingrained I didn't even notice I was doing it until he raised his massive green eyes to mine and I realised our noses were almost touching.
FLASH! Ruby had clicked a photo on her phone and dashed off giggling 'Super Cute!'
The seriousness of the situation was cemented for me when I didn't immediatly dash after her swearing obscenities. I stayed with Tweek, shakily disentangling my fingers from his and trying to find my chair that was somewhere, anywhere behind me . . . somewhere . . . . WHERE WAS THAT FUCKING CHAIR?!
'Craig.' Tweek softly grasped my arm and slowly and carefully guided me into my chair. Our knees were touching and I realised I was trembling.
'Craig. This is what I want to do. I want to be a primary school teacher. And I've been accepted at UCLA'.
