April 26th 2016

Ok, so I know a lot of you are confused about what's going through Sophie's mind, as well as Daniel's mind. I'll be clearing up Daniel's situation this weekend when the chapter is due.

With Sophie- She was hurt after what Daniel said/did and that's why all of last week's updates, she was really short with Daniel and cold towards him. By now, she just wants to get over it. She's done being pissed at him. Deep down she really loves him (and is in love with him) so she can't be angry with him for too long. That's not to say that they'll go back to how they were (any time soon) but it's a step in the right direction. BUT that does not mean Daniel is forgiven! Oh, hell no!! He has to get down on his hands and knees and grovel big style.

In the meantime, Sophie's still trying to find the 'new normal' between her and Daniel.

Sarah xx

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"I've been thinking."

"Of?"

"Shaving my beard off."

"Off?"

"Yes."

"As in, shave it all off? Clean shaven, you mean? Soft like a baby's bottom? Off?"

"All of the above."

"But, why?"

"It's just been something I'm thinking of, that's all."

"Is this something Carla's put you up to?"

"Ok, first of all, her name is Clara. Secondly, it was my idea."

"Well, first of all, I don't care to learn her name. Secondly, your ideas are terrible. You shouldn't be allowed to have ideas."

"It's not that bad an idea."

"It's not a great idea, either."

"So, you're against me shaving my beard off?"

"Is the sky blue?"

"Well, right now it's kinda inky blue."

"Still blue, isn't it?"

"For another thirty minutes or so, and then it'd be black."

"Really, you're going to argue this with me?"

"I'm trained to not back down in a fight."

"Ah, yes. The lawyer in you. Ok, what about- is the Pope a Catholic?"

"In that case, yes, he is."

"Well, there's your answer."

"I forgot what the question was."

"Don't shave, Daniel. You're not nearly as... keep the beard."

"I'm not nearly as what?"

"Did you know octopuses have three hearts?"

"Octopuses? Isn't it octopi?"

"Nope."

"But it's Latin."

"The word 'octopus' is actually Greek in origin, therefore the plural should technically be 'octopodes.' However, the Anglicized plural is octopuses."

"Huh. Interesting."

"The plural explanation or the fact that octopuses have three hearts?"

"Both."

"I'm full of facts."

"You're also avoiding my question."

"Do you like pretzels?"

"Um... should I?"

"It's National Pretzel Day."

"Where?"

"I don't know, America?"

"Again, interesting."

"And your blood is made up of 0.02  per cent gold."

"Gold?"

"Gold. But you'd need about 40,000 people to have enough to sell."

"Sell? How would you sell it?"

"I don't know."

"You're either advocating murder by exsanguination or people trafficking."

"I'm not advocating either. I'm just stating a fact. It's your weird mind that went to those places, not mine."

"Whatever."

"Whatever?"

"Yes, whatever."

"Could you just say that one more time?"

"Whatever."

"I win!"

"I do?"

"Yes, I do because you just backed out of an argument!"

"Whatever."

"Haha!"

"You're laughing."

"Yeah, at you."

"You can laugh at me, about me, with me... I don't care, but Sophie... you're laughing."

"You say that like I have never laughed before."

"You haven't in almost two weeks. At least, when you're talking to me."

"Yeah, well... I decided that I'm over being angry. Frowning gives you lines and I'm almost thirty, so I'd rather not have wrinkles on my face."

"You're not almost thirty. And anyway, haven't you ever heard of laughter lines?"

"That's just mean!"

"Don't they say that it takes less muscles to smile than it does to frown?"

"Something along those lines."

"Then you should smile more."

"Or I could just keep a blank face and not move any muscles."

"That'd be boring."

"Probably."

"Damn it."

"Context, please?"

"The football's over."

"Football?"

"First leg of the Champion's League semi-finals."

"Who versus who?"

"Man City v. Real Madrid."

"Score?"

"Nil, nil."

"And the other two teams would be?"

"Atlético Madrid and Bayern Munich."

"What, no French teams?!"

"Really?"

"One can hope."

"Well, as long as you don't hold your breath, you're ok."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to die, would I?"

"I'd prefer you alive."

"Mm."

"So..."

"A needle puling thread."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, Do-Re-Mi from The Sound of Music."

"I'm still not getting it."

"'So' sounds like 'sew.' A needle pulling thread. Like the song."

"Your mind works too quick and I can't keep up."

"It's a skill."

"I bet."

"Right, I have to go. I've got a thing I need to go to."

"A thing?"

"Yeah, a thing."

"What thing?"

"It doesn't-"

"Concern me?"

"Got it in one."

"What the hell are you up to?"

"Scheming."

"Scheming?"

"Yep."

"Over what?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"That's why I'm asking."

"It's top secret."

"Top secret?"

"It means I can't tell you."

"Fine, don't tell me."

"I won't."

"Don't."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"I'm going now."

"So am I."

"Good."

"Good."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Baboon."

[Call ended.]