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.


5. Four.

I don't know where the time went but the next month of school was over before I knew it. All I remember doing is homework, studying, sitting through boring classes, and spending a lot of time with Louis. Louis and I ended up becoming really close over that month, almost as close as Jenna and I, which is weird because it just happened so fast. After I FaceTimed him that first time, we ended up FaceTiming almost every night, and not only for homework help. He FaceTimed me when he was bored, I FaceTimed him just to talk, we played the questions game, truth or dare, would you rather, and bonding more than I ever expected us to. I learned a lot about him, too, like: he moved here because his mom got married, leaving his dad and sisters in England, he's actually really good at soccer, he has a really pretty singing voice, and he drinks tea all the freaking time. Every time we would talk, he would be drinking tea. He told me that it's a British thing but I just think it's because he's a weirdo.

With Louis and I becoming really close, my feelings for him have changed a lot. I wouldn't say that I have a crush on him but if it were to come up, I would totally make out with him. Whenever we hang out, always at his house, which I'll get to in a bit, we end up sitting really close to each other, bumping into each other or brushing hands, subtle things like that that make my heart jump. We're always laughing, too, which only make being around Louis more fun. There's hardly ever a serious moment with us but when there is, when we end up looking at each other, silently, I can tell that there is something between us. I could be exaggerating the whole thing, considering I have never been this close with a boy before, so it wouldn't surprise me if I'm over analyzing the whole thing.

Since Louis and I have been talking so much, I've been a little overly cautious about bringing him over to my house to meet my parents. I know that they would like him, I just don't want them to think that we are dating. Stupid reason, I'm sure, but my parents would go throw a party if I ever brought a boy home so I don't want to freak Louis out. And once they saw how sweet he is, they would try to convince me to go our with him, which would end poorly for my sanity. They'll meet him eventually, just after I have enough time to warn Louis that my parents are insane and will try to get us to date.

“Louis,” I said, turning to the boy sitting next to me. We were sitting on the floor of his room, Louis playing some video game while I read a book.


“I'm bored.”

“What do you want to do?” He asked, pausing his game and turning towards me.

I shut my book and thought, then stood up. “Count to ten and then come find me.”

“Aren't we a little old for hide-and-seek?” He asked, smiling despite the childishness of my idea.

“Well, I'm going to go hide either way. You can play along or you can be a part pooper,” I told him, walking out of his room. As I walked down the hall, I heard him start to count, so I ran downstairs and hid behind the couch in his living room. I sat there for a while, expecting Louis to pop out of somewhere to scare me, but he never did. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that was not coming to find me and was probably still sitting in his room. That stupid boy can't even play hide-and-seek without getting distracted and forgetting what he's doing.

“Louis!” I yelled through his house.

“I'm in the kitchen!” He called back. That makes sense, of course he would get distracted by food.

“Did you forget to 'seek'?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen, then noticing that someone was in there with Louis.

“Jess, this my mom, Johannah,” Michael said, pointing to his mom from his seat on the counter.

“It's really nice to finally meet you, Jess,” His mom said, extending her hand out to me.

“Yeah, I can't believe I haven't meet you before now,” I laughed a little.

“I know! But I've heard a lot about you, so I feel as if I already know you,” she patted me on the shoulder. “I'll see you late then.” She smiled at both of us as she left the kitchen.

“What have you been telling your mom about me?” I giggled, hopping up on the counter next to him.

“Just that you are an expert hider. Where were you?”

“I was behind the couch, the most obvious place in the world,” I bumped my shoulder into his.

“Are you calling me stupid?” Louis asked, placing his hand on his heart.

“You said it, not me,” I put my hands up in defense.

“Wow,” he shook his head. “Harsh, Jess.”

“You know I say it with love,” I laughed, checking my phone for the time. “I have to go home now.”

“No,” he whined, his head falling onto my lap. “Don't leave me.”

“I have to get home by four to entertain my brothers while my mom cooks dinner,” I told him, twirling a piece of his hair around my fingers. Louis moved onto his back so he could look up at me, a pout on his lips.

“Gimmie a kiss and then I'll take you home,” he playfully said to me, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I won't hesitate to shove you right off this counter.”

“Fine, fine. Late then, babe,” he sat up, clicking his tongue against the roof his mouth and shooting a finger gun at me.

“You are so weird,” I laughed. “Now take me home.”

“Where are your manners, missy?”

“Please,” I smiled sweetly at him. Louis laughed, sliding off the counter and holding his hand out to me. I took it, hopping off the counter and letting him lead me to his car, my hand still holding his.

“Can I stay for dinner?” Louis asked as he parked in my driveway. “You've meet my parents, well, my mom, so I want to meet yours.”

“I'll have to ask but I'll text you to let you know. We probably won't eat for a couple more hours.”

“Okay,” he smiled at me. “But if you don't text me, I'm going to assume you died.”

“Alright, Louis,” I giggled. “I'll text you in a bit.”

“See ya,” he waved to me as I stepped out of his car.

“I'm home!” I announced as I entered my home, kicking my shoes off.

“Hi, dear,” my dad said from his spot on the couch.

“Hi,” I smiled, walking into the living room. “Can I have a friend over for dinner?”

“Is it that new kid that you've been spending so much time with lately?” My dad asked. I nodded. “Go ask your mom to make sure but I'm okay with it.”

“Thank you,” I kissed his cheek and went into the kitchen to find my mom.

“Hi, Jess,” she greeted me.

“Can I invite someone to dinner?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

“Sure. It'll be ready at six-thirty.”

“Gotcha,” I said, sliding across the floor in my socks and running upstairs to my room.

To My Fav Brit: You have the okay to join us for dinner.

From My Fav Brit: Sweet. What time?

To My Fav Brit: Get here at, like, 6:15.

To My Fav Brit: By the way, did you change your name in my phone??

From My Fav Brit: That I did.

To My Fav Brit: How did you even guess my password?

From My Fav Brit: Your a really easy person to figure out, Jess.

From My Fav Brit: Plus, I am your favorite Brit, am I not?

From My Fav Brit: I better be.

To My Fav Brit: Sure.

From My Fav Brit: I can eel the love.

To My Fav Brit: You will be the cause of the disappearance of my sanity.

To My Fav Brit: I'll see you at 6:15!


“Mom, are you listening to me?” I asked her, following her around the kitchen in an attempt to talk to her before Louis arrived.

“Yes. Wait, no. What were you saying?” She laughed.

“That Louis and I are not dating and we will never date. Please don't embarrass me by trying to set us up.”

“What? I have never done that!” She defended herself, taking a tray out of the oven.

“You tried to do that with Bentley.”

“Fine, but it was only once.”

“You also tried to get Garret to ask me to homecoming, and you tried to get me to date Michael, and then with that guy Mark--”

“Okay, I get it. Sometimes I like to get involved but that's only because I want you to be happy,” she smiled innocently at me.

I rolled my eyes, “Just please don't do that with Louis.”

“I promise to me on my best behavior,” she nodded.

From My Fav Brit: I'm hereeeeeeeeeeeee.

“Okay, he's here,” I said, mostly to myself. “Dad, don't scare him please.”

“I would never,” he said, winking.

The doorbell rang. I started towards it but John beat me to it, opening the door to let Louis in.

“Hi! I'm John! Are you Jess' boyfriend?” John practically screamed.

“Hi there. My name's Louis and no, I'm just her friend,” he smiled at John.

“Do you like superheroes? My favorite it Batman because he has this awesome cape and a Bat Cave and--”

“John, calm down,” I told him, lightly pushing him away from the door. “It's like he drinks twelve Monsters every day.” I let Louis enter my house.

“Sounds like fun,” he laughed, taking his shoes off and leaving them by the front door.

“It sure is,” I rolled my eyes. “Well, this is my house.”

“I like it,” he nodded, looking around. “It smells really good.”

“Yeah, my mom really likes candles,” I laughed. “If you'll follow me, I can show you to the kitchen so you can meet the rest of my family.”

“Alrighty then.”

I lead him to the kitchen, where my mom was finishing dinner and my dad, John, and Jared were seated at the table. “Mom, this is Louis.”

“Hi, dear! I'm Jen. It's so great to meet you!” My mom shook hands with Louis. My dad joined us in the kitchen.

“Hi, you must be Louis,” my dad said, extending his hand to Louis.

“Hello, sir,” Louis shook his hand.

“Please. Call me Dennis,” my dad replied, patting Louis on the back.

My little brothers decided to join us then.

“There are my little pests, I mean brothers,” I said to Louis, making him laugh. “You've already meet John and this is--”

“I can introduce myself!” Jared interrupted. “I'm Jared and I'm older than John. He's seven and I'm ten.”

“But I'm almost eight!” John whined.

“But I'm still older,” Jared taunted.

“Why don't you two go sit at the table. It looks like dinner is almost ready,” I told them.

“Actually, it's ready now,” my mom announced.

I took Louis' hand and lead him to the table.

“Your family is very interesting,” he whispered to me.

“Interesting or obnoxious?” I joked, sitting at the table.

Louis sat down next to me, “A little bit of both.”

Our laughter faded out as my mom placed out meal on the table in front of us, everyone's minds turning towards food at that moment. It was quiet for a bit while everyone piled food onto their plates and took the first bite of the delicious creation my mom had made that evening.

“This is amazing, Mrs. Benson,” Louis told my mom.

“Oh, you don't have to call me that. It's Jen,” she smiled back at him.

For the rest of dinner, the table was filled with conversation and laughter. My parents inquired Louis about his family and what it was like to go from living in England to living in Texas. Louis got along really well with them, it seemed like he felt really comfortable talking with them. And my parents seemed to really like him. But what's not to like? He's really nice and easy to talk to and he even gained to love of my brothers by talking about Marvel superheroes with them. It was really sweet to see him talking to them, especially since he even got excited about the topic and had a lot of opinions. It was surprising to see him interact so well with my family, especially since he just met them. I spent most of the meal sitting back and watching him talk, watching him talk playfully with my little brothers, watching him look over at me every now and then while he talked.

“That was an amazing meal, dear,” my dad told my mom.

“Yeah, it was so good. Thank you so much for letting me join your for dinner,” Louis smiled to my mom, clearing his plate and standing up.

“Oh, don't worry about. I'll take it,” my mom said to him, taking his plate. “It was so nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you, too. I really enjoyed dinner,” he smiled to my parents.

I led Louis out of the dining room and upstairs to my room, where I plopped down onto my bed.

“So, this is what your room looks like,” Louis said, walking around my room and looking at the little things hung on my walls and sitting on shelves.

“Yep. Pretty great, isn't it,” I said, rolling onto my stomach.

“I like it,” he announced, walking over to my bed and laying down on his back next to me. He looked at me for a few seconds before abruptly turning away. I tilted my head and admired the way Louis' face looked from the side. He's really attractive.

“Why are you staring me?” His words knocked me out of my thoughts.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I retorted.

“I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“What would happened if I did this,” he stated and in one swift motion, rolled onto his stomach, placed his hand on the back of my head, and placed his lips on mine. Then, just as fast as it happened, it was over.

“Huh,” Louis hummed.

“What?” I asked.

“You suck at kissing,” he laughed, rolling off of my bed and standing to his feet.

“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked, standing up as well.

“I don't know. That your a bad kisser,” he said nonchalantly.

“I am not!” I pouted.

“You kind of are.”

“You're the one that basically attacked my face. I didn't even have time to think.”

“And you would be a better kisser if you had time to think?”

“Duh,” I said. “Come here, I'll show you.”

“No way.”

“You can't just call me a bad kisser and not let me redeem myself!” I argued, moving closer to him.

“Yes, I can.”

“Don't be a dick,” I said, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling his lips to mine. This kiss lasted longer than the one before, my fingers winding into his hair, his fingers grabbing my hips and pulling my body against his. It was a pretty decent kiss, though it kind of felt like I was making out with someone I was related to. As I thought that, I started to laugh against Louis' lips and had to pull away because I was starting to laugh uncontrollably.

“What's so funny?” Louis asked, a smile cracking across his face.

“I just felt like I was kissing a cousin or something,” I laughed, Louis joining me.

“It was a little weird, wasn't it?” He laughed. I nodded, looking at him and bursting into laughter all over again and falling onto my bed. “Stop laughing!”

“I can't! Your tongue was just in my mouth!” I laughed, tears coming to my eyes. Louis stared at me with a smile on his face as I laughed away, taking a minute or two to calm myself down enough to be able to stand up again.

“I should get home now,” Louis said once I stopped laughing.

“Alright, I'll walk you downstairs,” I said, still giggling a little.

“I can't believe your still laughing,” he shook his head.

“It was pretty funny.”

When we got downstairs, my parents said goodbye to Louis and told him that he was welcome here anytime that he wanted. My brothers both ran up to him and gave him a big hug, telling him that he would have to come back soon so they could show him their action figures. It warmed my heart to see that my brothers are already in love with him.

“I'll see you Monday, then,” Louis said, giving me a hug.

“See you, stupid,” I smiled at him.


a/n: this was one word short of 3000 words i cry

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