Oh this is especially clever – trying to use an Austen to persuade a lovesick teenage boy that the guy going out with the love of his life isn’t an utter nincompoop?

I mean, it was never going to work but it was interesting… Good work! MH :)

That last line is like it’s out of a film…
Is that why imagine Robin to be so dreamy?!
I’m getting carried away.
I know you want a story here but maybe a teensy bit more description would help sometimes?
Just a suggestion.

Lol I once had someone tell me that too, that life isn’t like a book….you know who Catherine…and he hurt me afterwards :’(.

Okay, bye Robin.

Good talking to you.

At last John isn’t such an ass.

I meant at least.

Fully up to standard. I reserve judgement on the virtues of the characters