You've been out of home for 3 months now and have grown to know your flatmates well. There is Sarah who you have had a crush on for a long time. She is 5ft9 with a slim toned figure, small perky boobs. With medium blonde hair and blue eyes she is the glue that holds the flat together.

Then there is Charlotte, the fiery redhead, the stereotype suited her well with long ginger hair and a smoking figure to go with it. Often the one to spark an argument and just as quickly finish it.

Finally there is Rose, brunette and slightly more rounded than the others. So while Sarah would be called beautiful and Charlotte would be called hot or sexy, Rose would be considered cute. You have spent many an evening cuddling with this beauty.

You roll out of bed on a Saturday morning and stumble into the living room.

"Good morning John" Sarah says smiling at you from the couch, wearing purple pajama top and bottoms.

"Morning" You reply with a smile on your face and continue into the kitchen where Rose is pouring some cereal.

"Good morning" You say as you hug her from behind. She holds your arms around her for a while then lets you go. As she leaves you look out the window to see Charlotte coming back from her morning run.