Haven't Been Caught

"OH, FUCK ME!" I yelled.

"Umm... I'd prefer not to. I have a girlfriend" I heard my best friend, Niall, say from the other room.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, NIALL!" I shouted back.

I had just, skillfully, dropped a whole thing of ramen noodles on the floor and partially on myself. The water from the cup had happened to fall in such a way that it looked like I had just pissed myself.

"Great." I muttered as I tried fruitlessly to get the water from my pajama pants.

After I cleaned up the mess I had just made, I walked up the stairs to my room. Where Niall sat on my bed with his papers spread out in front of him, organized in such a way that only his brain can understand, with his laptop. He looked up as soon as I entered the room.

He first looked awkwardly at my wet crotch and then back up to my face. "Is that why you were yelling? Because you pissed yourself?"

I blushed and put my face in my hands to hide my laughter of embarrassment while I replied with, "No. I spilled my ramen noodles." Then I looked up with a mock pouty face.

He then started laughing so hard he proceeded to fall off of my bed.

"Screw you, Niall." I said while laughing and grabbing a new pair of pants.

Right as I grabbed a new pair of pants, (which happened to be sponge bob pants from my wretched childhood years when I actually watched that shit) there was a knock on the door.
I rolled my eyes and thought, 'Of course. Right as I need to change.'

I looked over to Niall, lazily. "Ni, can you get that." He was now sitting back in his original position, reorganizing the papers around him.

He looked up, raised an eyebrow and simply said, "No."

I chuckled slightly as I walked out of the room, "I should've guessed."

I ran down the stairs, sponge bob pants in hand, and yelled: "COMING!"

I opened the door. "Oh my God! Um... Hi Luke! I uh... wasn't expecting you."

Luke was there. In my doorway. Leaning casually like this was a normal thing, showing up at a girl he just met's house with no explanation or warning. He was looking at attractive as he had yesterday. Today he was wearing a tank top that said, "I don't trust me either" with two skeleton hands pointing at his face with his black ripped jeans and the same rundown hightops.

"Hi, Jamie. I'm sorry. Am I coming at a bad time?" He asked in a sympathetic voice, that I was not expecting.

It was in that moment when I realized that I was in wet plaid pajama pants with a tight fitting tank top, my hair in a messy bun, no makeup, glasses and holding sponge bob pajama pants in my hand that wasn't holding the door open. I hid the pants that were in my hand, behind my back a subtly as possible while answering, "Um.. no. I was just doing homework with Niall."

As if we rehearsed this, Niall came tromping down the stairs. "Did I hear my name?"

I cleared my throat of my awkwardness. "Yeah. I was just saying how he didn't come at a bad time." there was an awkward pause for a second before I added. "Oh! And Luke, this is my best friend, Niall. And Niall this is my..." I paused looking at Luke.

Luke smiled at me then looked at Niall and reached his hand out for a shake.

"Acquaintance."

I looked over my shoulder at Niall with pleading eyes, telling him silently that I wanted to be alone with this tall boy in front of me.

As Niall shook his hand he caught my gaze and said, "It was nice to meet you, Luke. I'm sorry I have to dash. I have to meet Celine for a date."

"Oh, okay." Luke replied.

I looked back and forth between the two of them before it hit me that we were having a conversation half inside and outside. "Luke. Wanna come inside?" I asked him.

He smiled his brilliant smile that made my knees weak and nodded. "That would be very nice thanks"

He took a step inside before we heard my garage door opening.

"Shit." I muttered. Then I turned to Luke. "I'm so sorry. But you have to go. My parents are home and if they see that I look like this with two boys in my house, they won't be too happy."
Niall looked at me, then nodded. "Come on, Luke. I'll show you to your car. We don't want Mrs. and Mr. Grace catching us here."

Luke looked at me, confused. I answered his look by running to the desk next to the door and grabbing a sharpie. I pulled up his arm and wrote my number on it. "I'll explain later." I said. "Now go! I don't want you to get caught!"

"I'm going to hold you to that. You better explain later." he pointed at me while being pulled by Niall by his other arm, then added, "Nice pants, by the way. Both of them. The wet stain adds a nice touch." He said while smiling, and stumbling backward over his legs and Niall's legs, who was standing behind him, as I shut the door. I felt myself burning red. I'm pretty sure I looked like a tomato.

Then I raced upstairs and braced myself for the painful greeting of my parents.

Notes

HELOOOOOO!!!!!!

Oh, so much has happened in this chapter. Why did Luke randomly show up at her door? How does he know her address? Why does Jamie dred meeting her parents? Why is Jamie, one moment, pushing Luke away, then the next practically groveling at his feet?

SO MANY STINKING QUESTIONS!!!!!!!! that are to be answered in the next chapter. ;)

Alrighy!

Later my Lovies!
~Swiggityy_Swootyy