I lay on my bed; books sprawled out around me, as Nathan sat at the computer typing up his biology essay. I had been with Nathan for almost a year now and we still felt as comfortable in each others company as we had when we first started dating.
"Would you mind if I took you out to dinner sometime?" He had asked when we had been pared together for an English assignment.
"Well…I…Yes" I stuttered, as I looked at him in disbelief. He had never shown any romantic interest in me and all I knew about him was that he was my best friend's half-brother and that he played for our school's basket ball team, the ravens.
"Does that mean 'Yes I do mind' or 'Yes, I'll go out with you'?" He grinned.
"It means: yes, I'll go out with you" I laughed, it should have been obvious, I mean who would say no to Nathan Scott?
Nathan groaned, rousing me from my day-dream. "What is it?" I asked as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.
"I just realised that I have another page to write." I smirked; Nathan was never one for working.
"Do you want my help?" I asked as I reached his side.
"Nah" He said as he swivelled his chair around and pulled me onto his lap "I say we take a break first."
"Sound's like a good idea to me" I said as he pressed his lips to mine. After a couple of seconds I pulled away "So this is what, the sixth or seventh break you've taken in an hour?" I teased.
"I don't work well without breaks" He looked at me innocently. "You of all people should know that."
"Trust me, I know. It's hard not to when you insist on coming over here any time you have work to do!"
He laughed and then placed his forefinger on the tip of my nose, "You don't have to let me come over."
"I like having the company" I grinned.
He looked at me seriously "Why don't you just tell your parents that you don't like being in the house by yourself? I'm sure they wouldn't go away as much if they knew."
I sat upright in his lap "Because it's childish and a stupid reason for them not to go away at the weekends" I stared at my fidgeting hands. My parent's were hardly ever at home due to the demands of their work and being in the house by myself was something that I had always been uncomfortable about since childhood. Nathan knew this, but had never teased me about it; I think that it is one of the many reasons why I love him.
"Well it's good that you've got me then" he said as he gently stroked my hair.
