A/N: hello! I'm back, but on a different account as I had sOme problems on the old one! Anyway, enjoy and feel free to give me a review! This ones for Christine's jumbo dildo... You know who you are my dearest, thank me later! XD

Nikki awoke to the sound of her alarm bleeping loudly beside my bed. It was 6:00. Sighing, she turned over from my comfortable position lying on her toned, porcelain coloured stomach. Disabling the annoyingly toned alarm she rubbed my eyes. Swinging her legs out of the bed Nikki padded into the kitchen, shivering as I was only wearing a navy blue vest top and my white and blue checked pyjama shorts, it was early July and would be a whole lot warmer once her body realized it was no longer wrapped up in her thick duvet. She flicked on her fancy coffee machine, setting it to brew whilst she went to go and have a shower. After collecting the random equipment needed to shower, she set the temperature and stepped in behind the elegant shower screen. She smiled as the room was flooded with the scent of her peach shower cream and her deliciously delectable coconut shampoo. Once she was all clean, she wrapped her big fluffy purple towel around her and walked back into her bedroom, drying off and straightening her hair. She dressed in smart dark tailored jeans, a dark green shirt and a oatmeal coloured blazer. Padding back through her modern flat into the kitchen she poured the fresh coffee into her favourite, slightly chipped tatty teddy mug of her sister Sam. She smiled at it, ( she must have looked mildly strange- smiling at a cup...) and added the required amount of sugar. Once she had finished the cup of caffeine she applied a thin coat of mascara and lip gloss, and was ready to leave when the post came through the letterbox. Bending down to pick it up, she sifted through the small pile. A mobile phone contract bill, some random rubbish about sky, a new second hand car sales place and some double glazing. Her eyes rested on a different, handwritten envelope. She opened it up, confused as not many friends or family ever sent letters, they preferred Skype, or texting. The content surprised her even more. Dear Nikki I tried not to think about you. I tried to push you to the back of my mind, but I can't. Everything that's happened recently, with all the stress and pressure of the school, I just didn't know what to do. I mean it's not exactly like you can control your thoughts, and I felt so bad. Right now your probably wondering where this is going, why I have sent you a letter even when we speak and text every day. But it is so much easier - I just can't seem to find the right words normally. So I suppose this is when I should tell you. Since I first met you I wanted to be your best friend; and that is obviously what happened. B ut now, that's just not enough. I think I... I think I might love you. Like, proper love, like... Well, your clever, you can probably work it out. I can't seem to help it. You walk into a room, and I look at you, and it reminds me how much I actually do love you. At first, I dismissed it, like you would. But I can't any more. With Tom's death, I can't stand seeing you cry, and not being to take away all of your pain. I can't just sit, and stroke your hair and whisper to you it would all be alright - it's not what we would do normally, and you would notice. Anyway. I'm rambling. The important thing is you know how I feel. I can't hide it anymore. I'm so sorry. I understand if you hate me, or something. But I love you. Lorraine x