Millie picked me up from the flat at five, I thought it was quite early but she informed me we had a long drive and she waned to get there as soon as possible to talk with some art buyer who had offered her more than enough for one of her originals. I wasn’t going to complain, it just meant even more time to spend with Millie.

It was strange, we had been apart for a night and half a day and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Every other thought seemed to contain her in some way, it was like she had engraved herself into my memory. Lizzie noticed this as well, she was pretty scared when I came home and proceeded to float around the flat in a wave of happiness and smiles. The look on her face had been priceless, so I had gone over to hear and hugged her whilst planting sloppy kisses over her cheeks.

Get off my you big joey! she shouted, pushing me off as I crushed her into the sofa.

I laughed, trapping her hands behind her back. Lizzies eyes were wide and scared, but I couldn’t help smiling, I loved this girl so much I had to share it with someone.

Ok Trix, what did it look like and what was the pill called?

I released her hands and sat back on the sofa, twirling my hair round my finger as my mind was transported back to Millie, for about the hundredth time in that hour.

I really like her Liz. I said, my voice filled with awe.

Yeah, yeah I don’t want to know the mushy stuff just give me all the gory details. Lizzie said, leaning forward in excitement, the rush of the imminent prospect of gossip dampening her taste buds and invigorating her mind.

There aren’t any gory details. I said simply, smiling as Lizzies mouth hung open in disappointment.

Yes there bloody well are, youre not glowing like that for a reason. So how’s it different than a bloke, is it better, messier, slower, faster? Come on girl you got to give me something here!