Ok, exams are over, family's just as annoying as usual and my boyfriend's chilled out, so I suppose that I'm coming back to normal now. I'm just so freaking sorry, girls, you don't deserve this, I'll do better.

The other day, this song made me cry: 'Picture' by Mute Math. There's just so much about him and me in that song... :(

Enjoy and review.


By the time the sun rose the folllowing morning, Steph's face was back to normal, just as beautiful and lovely as it is every single day I look at it. Ok, call me stupid or whatever, but being in love really kind of changed me. At least when I'm with her... If you kind me alone with Danny, Harry and Tom, you'll see I'm just as disgusting and kinda stupidas I've ever been.

We came down for lunch and found my whole family outside, making 'aw' a lot of times, all in a circle around something.

"Lucky us" I said "Finally one normal lunch alone."

"Don't be like that. Let's take a look" Stephanie said, curious as she is, and dragged me outside.

It turns out the little monsters had found a little black puppy and none of us could resist him, he seemed so small and defenseless, and all of my relatives, including myself, have always loved animals. Aunt Ivy had agreed to keep him after his children had begged for like half an hour. She always agreed to everything. So mum had also agreed to keep the puppy here during the holidays until my uncle and aunt took the dog away.

The first hour with the dog was absolutely awesome, like it always is when anybody gets a new pet, until we left him alone for just five seconds and he attacked the pillows on the sofa. Mum almost died. Seriously. She gasped and screamed like somebody had shot her. She loves every single piece of furniture in this house and, like you may have guessed, she usually overreacts... A lot. Ivy promised to buy new pillows but the damage was already done and so mum spent the rest of the day laying down on her bed, trying to get over the shock.

We quickly learned to leave all the doors closed and the little new devil had been locked away in the garage, where he wouldn't give my mother a heart attack. I was kind of worried about my stuff, and Steph's, of course. Ok, so she doesn't have much money and I buy a lot of stuff for her -not because she asks me but because I want to and I like to do it. She gets kind of upset, but accepts my gifts anyway. 'I already spent the money, babe. What am I supposed to do with it now?' I always tell her. Which is true actually.

Stephanie spent the rest of the day studying while I kept an eye on the kids while they played. They would look at us and whisper from time to time and I just knew they were after something, I knew it, I could feel it on my stomach, like I could listen my name in their childish, evil minds... But, hey, what could I do but wait for them to screw up my day?

"You're such a drama Queen" Stephanie had murmured, half smiling.

I was laying on the sofa, my head on my girlfriend's lap, just watching her read and read, breath and read, blink and read. I was warm, comfortable and loved. Soon, and without even realizing it, I fell asleep.

"Babe, it's time to have dinner" she said softly and she caressed my hair. She looked at me with such sweetness in her eyes, that I blushed for a moment, stupid as it sounds. That was the very first time I ever thought she'd be a sweet mother, which made me think again about the ring upstairs.

"I fell asleep?" I asked confused as I took a look around; it was quiet... Dangerously quiet "Where are the kids?"

"You may want to install a GPD chip on them, Doug" she said as she stood up, smiling. This girl loves to tease me.

I rolled my eyes and ignored that last comment, and walked slowly behind her towards the dinning room.

"How's my mum?" I asked.

"Fine, I think. But your uncle made dinner" she said.

I stopped "Which uncle? Dean or Daniel?"

"Dean"

"Dammit!"

"What?"

"He makes the most disgusting pizza ever. I mean, seriously, we don't know how the hell he manages to make it taste so damn bad. And every single time he offers to cook, he cooks the same horrible pizza. You have no idea how many dinners we've suffered for that thing"

She just stared at me for a moment and kept walking.

"You're seriously not ever going to complain again about Danny's overreactions" she said "You're worst than teenage girls in a farm"

"Well, I like farms"

"You know what I meant"

She took my hand as we joined the others for dinner. By the look on Jazzie's face, I knew I was right; oh, God, we're eating pizza tonight.

"He did it again, didn't he?" I whispered as I walked pass her. She just nodded.

The thing is, we are all too bloody coward to hurt my uncle's feelings and tell him that... Well, that he kind of sucks at cooking. I mean, the guy cooks for the whole family and what are we supposed to tell him? 'Hey, Dean, by the way, your pizza's terrible, it makes me wanna kill myself'? Don't think so. You may think that after all the things they do me, they would tell him the truth, but no, being unfriendly only applies to my gilfriends.

We all looked at each other for a moment. I knew Stephanie probably wanted to laugh.

Then uncle Dean came in.

"Here it is!" he said, smiling from ear to ear. We all smiled back but wanted to died inside. Dean put a big pizza in the center of the table and everyone waited, staring at the pizza with fear. Stephanie smiled at me, apparently having fun with this, and lend forwards to grab a piece. I waited, horrified, not knowing what to expect; never before had any girlfriend of mine tried this pizza. Dean didn't seem to notice our fear.

We all were staring at Steph as she took the first bite, Jazzie didn't blink. It would have been funny if Steph wasn't my girlfriend.

She started crewing like any normal person does and kept her eyes on mine, aware of everyone's eyes on her, which she hated. We were all surprised when she took a second bite without chocking.

"Well, come on, don't be shy, eat" Dean said and grabbed his own peace. I sighed and grabbed one too; well, maybe the guy learned some good recipe after all...

But after the very first bite, I understood Stephanie was pretending. And she was actually very convincing.

"Oh, God" I said as I put the pizza down "Hum... I... My stomach hurts" Jazzie gave me a killing look, that's always been her excuse to stop eating "I don't think I should eat."

"Oh, what a shame" Dean said.

"A shame indeed" Jazz mumbled as she narrowed her eyes.

"Well, I guess I should-"

"Dougie!" aunt Ivy pointed nervously at Steph and I turned around. She had her free hand over her mouth and was looking at me with her eyes wide open.

"Babe, are you alright?" I asked. A weird sound came from inside her mouth and she ran out of the room.

I hesistated; oh, jeez, I didn't wanna be there when she vomited.

"How sexy is that?" Jazzie mumbled.

I sighed and ran upstairs. Stephanie was on the floor, her face in the toilet. Oh, jeez...

"Told you it was horrible."

She turned around, gave me a killing look and closed the door in my face. Hey, is people getting use to do that lately or what?