Jess is just starting her second semester of being a Junior in high school. To start the semester off, she volunteers to show the new kid around the school. Mainly because she gets to skip gym class, but also because she is intrigued by the idea of meeting someone new. Over the first month of school, Jess becomes really close friend with the new student, but who wouldn't become best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He's funny, entertaining, and not to mention cute, but Jess would never admit to thinking that. Louis is always there for Jess, especially when she gets heart shattering news that changes everything.


4. Three.

“Hey, Jess, I have a question for you,” Louis said as we walked out of the school together.


“I think I'm going to need your number. You know, if I miss a day and need to know what's for homework.”

“Oh, you can find that on the school's website. You just go to the teacher's page and they usually have it up there at least one day before it's assigned.”

“Okay, but what if I need to know a teacher's email?”

“Same thing. It's on their website page.”

“What if the school is closed and I need to know.”

“The news usually tells that kind of information,” I stopped walking once we got to my car.

“Alright, but what if I need to know--”

“Louis, you can pretty much find everything you need to know on the website,” I told him with a slight laugh.

“What if I just want your phone number?”

“Oh, well you should have just said so,” I laughed, holding my hand out for his phone. I entered my number and handed the phone back to him. He smiled at the screen before tucking it into his back pocket and looking back at me. “Well, I have to go and pick my brothers. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then,” he smiled, waving to me as I climbed into my car.

As I drove to the elementary school to pick up my brothers, I thought about Louis. I should have asked him how his first day went. Though I was with him the whole day, and he seemed to be doing well and adjusting fast, he could have perceived it differently. Today have to have been an information overload, maybe he needs someone to talk to or just someone to make him feel less stressed. I also should have gotten his number while he was getting mine, then I could text him and make sure that he's okay.

Of course he's okay. He would have said something if he wasn't. And he wouldn't have been smiling so much. That smile of his, the one of that made his eyes squint and his whole face to shine like he was having the time of his life, seemed to never leave his face, especially at lunch when we were joking around with Jenna.

I may have just met him, but I want him to enjoy his time at this school, and I hope that includes continuing to be around me because I really want to get to know him better.

“Jess!” One of my little brothers, John, yelled as he opened the car door to the backseat. “You're late!”

“I know, I'm sorry. I just got a little caught up at school,” I apologized, turning around in my seat to look at him.

“That's what I told you, John,” Jared said. “You should have listened to me.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, a newly formed habit of his that my mom blames me for. “But you owe us.”

“How about we go to Sally's and get some hot chocolate?” I asked them.

“Yeah!” John said, buckling his seatbelt, then hitting Jared because he wasn't going fast enough.


“Thanks again, Jess!” Jared yelled, already halfway upstairs.

“Don't spill that in your room!” I yelled back. “Mom and dad will kill me!”

“I won't!” He yelled back. I cringed when I heard his door slam, praying that he would be careful.

“Can I go to my room, too?” John asked from his seat at the counter.

“No, but if you're extra careful then you can go watch cartoons in the living room.”

“Okay!” He smiled, grabbing his hot school and racing to the living room.

“Love you, John,” I ruffled his hair as I walked past him.

“Stop!” He mumbled, slapping my hand away.

I rolled my eyes and went to my room, falling onto my bed. Who new walking around the whole school could wear a person out so much. I crawled towards my pillow and relaxed, ignoring the homework that I had sitting in my backpack. A ten minute nap wouldn't hurt. Maybe thirty.

But, before I could fall asleep, my phone went off. I groaned, picking it up and seeing who it was.

From Unknown Number: Hi.

From Unknown Number: Louis here.

I added his named to my phone, said hi back, and got out of bed. I stretched and went over to my dresser to change into my pajamas. I took off my bra, thank god, put my hair into a ponytail, and sank back into my bed, pulling my backpack up there with me.

From Louis: So water you up to?

To Louis: Homework.

From Louis: Could you be more pacific?

To Louis: Could you stop making puns?

From Louis: Don't be such a beach.

To Louis: I'm going to stop replying.

From Louis: Shell I stop sanding messages then?

To Louis: Byeee.

From Louis: Are you shore you don't find me funny?

From Louis: Are you SEAing my messages?

From Louis: Are you ignoring me on porpoise?

To Louis: Yeah, kinda.

From Louis: Okay, I'm FINally done.

To Louis: You're kinda a loser.

From Louis: Whale then, that was rude.

From Louis: I might just krill myself now.

From Louis: You're gonna fish I was still around.

To Louis: I'm trying to do my homework here.

From Louis: Well obviously not, you're texting me.

To Louis: Bye Louis.

And with that, I shut off my phone and got back to my homework.

Then fell asleep.

Later I was woken up my John, who was repeatedly poking me in the face, telling me that it was time for dinner. I thanked him and slowly made my way downstairs. Slowly because I was still half asleep, slowly because my whole body ached, and slowly because John was clinging to my back.

“Hi mom,” I said, giving my mom a kiss on the cheek. “How was work?”

“It was fine. How was the first day back?”

“It was fine,” I placed John in his chair at the table. “Really boring.

“And the new student?”

“He's pretty cool,” I walked back into the kitchen and sat on the counter. “His name is Louis and he's from England.”

“That's cool,” she smiled at me. “He's nice?”

“Really nice.”

“Well, good.”

“What's for dinner?”

“Well, first, will you please get off the counter?” I complied, taking my seat at the table between John and Jared. “Thank you. And it's lasagna.”

“Yummy” I said, smiling at my brothers. I messed around with them for a bit, making faces, telling them exaggerated stories, making them laugh, the usual stuff that big sisters do to entertain their siblings. Until my mom tells us to stop because we are being too loud or someone knocks over a glass of water, which is usually John.

And then my dad came home, and, like always, he yelled 'I'm home!', stretching out the word 'home' like the dad's do on television, and, like always, my brothers ran off to attack him, and, like always, my dad came waddling into the kitchen with two little bows attached to his legs. Then, like always, he says 'hello Mrs. Benson' to my mom and kisses her on the cheek, and, like always, ruffles my hair and asks me if I learned anything at school that day. Then, like always, in the most picturesque, cliché way, my mom announces that dinner is ready and everyone scrambles to their seats to watch in awe as my mom brings our meal into the dining room.

We were a pretty routine family, but that routine never gets old.

“Mom, this is so good,” I praised with a mouthful of lasagna.

“Manners, Jess,” she reminded me.

“Sorry,” I said, my mouth still full of food. My dad choked back a laugh, causing me to laugh, causing a little bit of lasagna to fly out of my mouth.

“Dennis, you're just encouraging her,” my mom said to my dad.

“Sorry, hun,” he said, winking at me.

“Mommy, can I be done?” John asked, pointing at his plate?

“Me, too?” Jared added, already beginning to stand up.


And then they were off. My mom laughed and went off after the boys to see what they were getting into, mostly likely also going to make sure they get their homework done.

“You know what I realized today?” I asked my dad.

“What's that?”

“John and Jared both got your curly hair and I didn't.”


“And they got your dirty blonde hair and I got this super blonde hair that's almost white. How fair is that?”

“Well, you look more like your mom and they look more like me. It's just how the genetics worked out.”

“Yeah, I could have figured that out,” I rolled my eyes. Sometimes my dad just doesn't understand the point I'm trying to make.

“Then what are you trying to say?” He asked, setting his fork down to focus fully on me.

“Just that I hate having this super boring hair. It doesn't do anything interesting; it just sits there.”

“I happen to think that your hair is beautiful,” he stood up, piling the boy's plates on top of his. “Plus, you dye it black, thus making it less boring. But whatever color you choose, it will always be beautiful. Just like the rest of you,” He replied with a poke to my nose.

“You're my dad, you're supposed to say that,” I followed behind him with my plate.

“No, this is totally unbiased, I promise. If you were ugly, I would tell you. Trust me,” he smiled at me.

I laughed, shaking my head, “I have to go finish my homework.”

As I pulled my psychology textbook out of my backpack, I thought about FaceTiming with Louis to make doing my homework easier and more fun. Would it be too weird to FaceTime him since I've only known him for a day? Screw that, I'm doing it anyway.

I logged onto my laptop and opened the FaceTime application, adding Louis' phone number and calling him.

Well, well, well. If it isn't Jessica... What's your last name?” Louis asked as his face appeared on the screen of my computer.

Benson,” I told him.

If it isn't Jessica Benson. It seems as if I already have a stalker,” he joked.

Nah, I was just bored and wanted to make doing my homework less painful. And I thought, why not FaceTime with my newest buddy Louis?”

Well, I am honored that you have chosen me as your in-flight entertainment.”

“That doesn't even make sense,” I laughed.

Yet you still laughed.”

“Okay, you got me there,” I smiled. “Have you done any of your homework yet?”

Absolutely not. I have accomplished two thing since I have gotten home. Would you like to know what those two things are?” Louis asked, spinning around in whatever chair he was sitting on.


Good, because I was going to tell you anyway,” he winked. “The first thing that I accomplished was unpacking the last box in my bedroom, meaning that I am officially moved into my new house. I know what you're thinking, Jess, but there is no need for applause.”

“I wasn't going to applaud you,” I laughed, moving my laptop down my bed so I could lay on my stomach.

There's no need to lie, Jessica Benson,” he continued to spin on his chair. “Anyway, the second thing that I accomplished today was buy this spinny chair for my desk. I have been spinning around on it for approximately three hours now and it has yet to get old.”

“Those are the most fascinating accomplishments I have ever heard of. Has anyone ever told you that you talk like you're in a movie?”

No, they have not. But thank you for bringing that up because I have this amazing philosophy about why I chose my words so carefully.”

“Do share.”

Well, why would I waste my time repeating a simple sentence that has been said thousands of times when I could create my own sentence that makes me sound smarter and leaves a bigger impact on people.”

“That's actually pretty cool, Louis,” I told him. “Can you and your creative mind help me with the psychology homework?”

Sure thing. Let me get my textbook.” And then he disappeared off the screen. I took that time to get open my textbook to the proper page and open my notebook to a new page to answer the chapter's questions on. “I'm back.”

“Oh, did you leave? I didn't even notice,” I joked.

Funny,” he rolled his eyes.

I try, though I don't think that I could ever beat your ocean puns.”

Weren't those great?” he leaned towards the camera, his smile big. “I came up with them all on my own.”

“I bet you did. They inspired me to change your name in my phone.”

What did you change it to?”

“'Pooey Louis',” I laughed. “It rhymes!”

Mhm,” he said, making a face at me, his eyebrows raised.

Maybe I should change it to 'Sass Master From Doncaster',” I raised my eyebrows at him.

Louis burst out laughing, “Now that's a fitting nickname.”

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