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After school ended that day, Stuart surprised Guinevere by taking her to see the old monastery a few miles away. It had always been one of his favourite places in Sheffield, a nice piece of history to look at and touch. He hoped she could appreciate it too.

"So... Here we are," he grinned, leaving his bicycle by the tree.

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"Of course you would, you're a horny teenage boy." Guin punched him gently in the arm playfully. "You love it every time we end up in the same bed together."

She sighed thinking of her mom though. "I miss her."

"I can't really deny that," Stuart chuckled, rubbing his arm. "I've got the prettiest, most amazing girlfriend."

He rested his hand on hers, squeezing gently. "We'll go see her someday. I promise."

“You would do that for me?” She was surprised. “You know she lives in Beverly Hills?”

"I'd fly all the way to Moon for you, Guin." Stuart said, meaning each word. "I'd love to meet and talk to her."

"That is really, incredibly sweet of you." Guin was touched and her tough exterior faltered again. "I think she'd love you. At least I want her to."

"I want to thank her personally for bringing such an extraordinary, beautiful girl into this world." Stuart felt that small flutter in his chest again as he looked at her.

"My God, you are so freaking sappy." But Guinevere giggled when she said it. She secretly loved when he said these things to her, had from the first moment he'd used that Shakespeare quote on her. It made him stand out from the rest. She leaned over and kissed him softly as if to tell him she secretly liked it, if he hadn't figured that out already.

He returned the kiss, smiling against her lips. It was enough to tell him she liked it when he spoke honestly about his feelings, no matter how cheesy he thought he sounded. "I'm so mad about you."

"Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual." Guinevere could be equally honest, just a lot less eloquent. It was the brash American in her. "I guess we'll see what happens when we get back and I fill out the Oxford application...so what do we do now then?"

She didn't want to bank on being able to follow him. The only time they knew they had together, for sure, were these last few months of the semester.

"You want to go somewhere warmer?" He asked while wrapping an arm around her shoulders, holding her close. "I have a feeling you'll get accepted. You're one of the smartest students. They'd be fools not to have you."

"Didn't think I was that smart." Guin chuckled softly, resting her head against his shoulder as he held her against him. "Mm but yeah. Warmer would be nice. Where do you want to go?"

He kissed her softly. "We could go get some coffee or another warm drink."

"We could go to that sandwich place we like. Get some soup, sandwiches, just relax for a while." Guin suggested. They knew a nice place that had sandwiches, soups, pastries and comfortable chairs; it was a place they could spend an hour or two just relaxing and working on homework. "What time are you supposed to be home tonight?"

She just had the dorm to go back to, but she didn't want his family looking for him or worried about him.

"Brilliant idea, Guin. I could go for the soup special right about now," Stuart grinned, poking her side playfully. It had become their go-to place when they wanted a more relaxed study environment, along with the delicious smells and good food.

He stood up, his hand in hers. It wasn't a long walk from where they were.

Guin grabbed their bikes anyway; they could lock them up outside, and not leave them here on the off chance someone else wandered through. She nudged him back as they walked.

"You still didn't answer my question," she replied. "Or are you skipping out on home for a little while?"

He walked his bike with his free hand, shrugging slightly. "I feel like there's this certain kind of atmosphere there lately. I'd much rather be with you, Guin." Stuart's parents expected him to be this great, successful person and it didn't really help with the stress he was under. Guinevere was the one thing keeping him sane right now.

"You know if it ever gets to be too much you can always stay with me." She nodded. "I mean it's just one bed, a tiny bathroom and a fridge, but hey. Everyone knows now you sneak out of there sometimes."

"Cheers, Guin. I might take you up on that offer tonight." He smiled at her. "Yeah, it's not really a secret anymore."

"Think it stopped being a secret when we told everyone we were dating." Guin chuckled softly. "I appreciate you saying something, too. I know most guys wouldn't want to put it out there like that. Especially not with me."

"I had no hesitation whatsoever. I'd shout it from a rooftop, if possible," Stuart said, nudging her side gently. "Those guys are twats, Guin."

"Well it doesn't matter anymore because I'm with you." She smiled back at him. "So what are you going to study at college?"

"I'm a lucky lad." Stuart gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Good question. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Business maybe.. Or law. What about you?"

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"I don't know. Guess I'll have to see what they offer." She shrugged as they arrived, locking up their bikes before stepping into the cafe. "Maybe literature. Or political science. Why don't you snag us a couple of chairs? Dinner is on me, just tell me what you want."

"The special looks nice." Stuart replied, going off to find them a good spot. "A soda to go with it, of course."

“Your tastes never change.” She laughed and went to fetch their food, coming back balancing a full tray that would keep them busy a while.