Emma just asked if you are still on for going out tonight? Xx (Sent 12.44pm)
I look down at my phone, reading the message from Ozzy, which had been sitting beside my pad of paper whilst the lecturer spoke about a few internships which people could apply for during the summer; seeing university will be ending in less than two months for our course. My memory (for once) jogs back to remember that a couple of days ago, Emma did indeed ask me about joining her flat for a night out seeing as I had apparently taken Ozzy away from their night out. Secretly, I was hoping she had forgotten about that, but I guess not.
I guess so. What time? Xx (12.48pm)
Dunno. Maybe make it to mine for 8pm? Xx (Sent 12.50pm)
Sounds good. Xx (Sent 12.51pm)
To me, 9pm sounds too late to start going out, but I guess the life of the student does not start until after dark. I look across the lecture hall to see Emma is texting on her phone instead of listening and it clicks that she must be texting Ozzy now.
‘Immy,’ Beth says from beside me. I look over and see she’s packing her stuff away already.
‘Huh?’ I question, obviously paying more attention to Emma than what has just been said.
‘We’ve got tutorials now. The lecture is over. Come on,’ she laughs lightly, waiting for me to pack up. Blake has already gone off to her separate tutorial, so I walk along with Beth to our one. Beth spend yesterday afternoon with me teaching me how to set up a sewing machine and the basic types of stitch I should practice. She assured me that my drawing and sketches needed no work, but that I should probably try and get back into creating some pieces.
‘What are you doing tonight?’ I ask her as we approach the room.
‘Working tonight. I have a shift at the 24 hour Tesco’s.’
‘Wow, that’s harsh,’ I comment.
She grins at me. ‘It’s pretty harsh, but I’ve got off the night shifts before and the pay is better so I took it. What about you?’
‘I’m going out with Ozzy and his flat.’
‘Oohh have fun,’ she tells me excitedly, before she opens the door to see our tutor Bill to discuss how we’re doing.
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As I stare aimlessly into my wardrobe, Blake wanders in and wraps her arms around my body and stares into the wardrobe with me. I’m gradually getting used to not only Ozzy holding me hand and waist, but Blake practically smothering me with her hugs and kisses.
‘Looking for Narnia?’ She queries with a small laugh.
Narnia? ‘Huh? What do you mean Narnia?’
Her eyes dawn with worry, as she answers, ‘Sorry, Immy, it’s a film. I’ll show it to you.’
Pursing my lips, I go back to looking for something to wear rather than remembering that I can’t remember anything. ‘Ozzy’s flat is going out tonight and he’s invited me along,’ I explain. As I pull a mint green dress out, I suggest, ‘You should come along too. Sam will be there.’
She widens her eyes at me saying that and says pointedly, ‘How do you know about Sam?’
‘I met him and Ozzy told me about you both,’ I tell her with a smile.
She rolls her eyes, ‘Don’t go matchmaking where it’s not wanted, Immy. We’re good friends.’
‘Who have been having adult sleepovers.’
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Lost Love
Teen FictionThey thought their love was infinite, but what if only one of them can remember their past? Imogen Howard has woken up from a head injury suffering from retrograde amnesia. She cannot remember anything about her current life as a nineteen year old s...
