British Guys Aren't Cute

British Guys Aren't Cute - Chapter Seven

'Do you reckon the Queen has ever pulled a blanket up so just her head's showing and gone 'Philip, look at me! I'm a stamp!'

Russell Howard

Chapter Seven 

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So I recently read an article titled, 'Is He Cute or Is He British?' It was started by a letter from a woman who was dating a guy with a stereotypical 'British' accent and she didn't know if he was actually cute. The writer then when through a list of things which made British males seem awful — and they were all true! People who are in love with British men and haven't actually met one, don't seem to really realise what British men are really like! They are not smart, they dress atrociously, and the majority speak in English slang (for example: 'Can I bum a fag?' - Can I get a cigarette?). It was good to finally find some sense when it came to dating British men. 

"What's wrong Skye?" Nora asked. Skye was just stood in the middle of the street, staring at Milo like he was some kind of crazy axe murderer. Milo's face dropped as he realised that Skye knew who he was. 

"N-n-nothing," Skye gulped before putting on a shaky smile. Her blue eyes not leaving Milo for a second. 

"Are you sure? You've gone all pale! You look like you've seen a naked leprechaun!" Nora replied, leaving Milo's side and walking up the Skye. Nora put her hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. "You've not got a temperature. Do you feel alright?" Nora asked. Nora was always like a mother hen to those closest to her. She may have been the youngest of six, but she was the most mature, always looking after her older sister, despite her dislike for them and nursing her father when he was ill, and for her mother, that is, when she was home. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, Nora," Skye replied, trying to appear more confident. "Stop worrying!" 

"Okay," Nora said, letting the word come out in more of a huff. She knew something was up with her best friend and she wasn't going to let it go until she found out. 

They walked up the street in silence. Milo's mind was going into overdrive, trying to figure out how he was going to tell Nora that he was a prince. She wrote a blog dedicate to hating British males — and he was the prince for Christ sake! He was the most wanted of all British males. And as much as he loved his family, at this point in time, he had never wanted to be more normal than ever before.

After five minutes of silence, they were standing outside their apartment building.

"So, this is us," Nora smiled, concerns for Skye running round her head. She didn't like it when something was wrong with Skye. She always felt the need to put her best friend back together with duck tape and glue but when she didn't know what was wrong, and therefore could not help her. 

"Em, Nora, could I talk to Milo for a sec?" Skye asked, putting on a fake smile. Nora looked at Skye like she had just said that she had seen a flying pig pooping marshmallows. 

"You're not going to threaten him, are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her best friend.

"No, I just want to talk to him about something," Skye replied, a smile playing on her lips. 

"Okay..." Nora said, not quite sure to what say. She quickly smiled at Milo. "Pass you phone," She said to Milo who automatically dug his phone out of his pocket. 26 missed calls but he just ignored them and passed it to Nora and she quickly added her number to it. "Call me; or I'll track you down and let Skye maul you to death," Nora smiled. Skye brighten up at the threat and her expression on her face quickly turned innocent but Milo wasn't fooled. He knew that if he hurt Nora, Skye would hunt him down and cut off parts of his body that he would rather keep. Nora smiled, before slowly walking into her building — not really wanting to leave Milo with her best friend.