(Sorry guys, I forgot Nish-Nish doesn't wear glasses. Please don't get mad! Ahaha I'll edit it asap but it could take a while.)

Julian was talking to me at lunch yesterday when he mentioned he was struggling in Algebra.

"I need to be at a C+ to stay in the football team, and I'm at a D," explained Julian.

"Oh dear," I commented. "You know, I could help you with that."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Julian smirked. "That's why I told you."

"Oh." I went red for a moment while Julian laughed.

"If you're too busy with Science Club or whatever it's fine-"

"No no no! Julian, I want to help you!" I interrupted.

"Okay. My house tomorrow? At 5?"

"Sounds good."

We had some more meaningless chatter about Payton's new chocolate fountain ("It can melt the chocolate and keep it hot all the way through!") and then the bell rang to go to class. Walking away, I mentally got the books I'd need filed away in my head.

That brings me to now.

Outside Julian's house, I noticehow nice the exterior looks. It'sobviously a 50's style house, but the room over the garage looksa bit more 70's. Painted a nice cream colourwith a grey roof, it looksquintessentially suburban.

I ringthe doorbell, and I hear- no, feel- Julian racing to the door.

"Nishan! My man!" He frownswhen he seesthe books. "Why do we need books?"

"It's been scientifically proven that studying with the temptation of a computer, mobile phone, tablet etcetera can make your study less effective," I quote.

"Yeah, okay, you know what's up. Come in!"

Walking inside, I take off my shoes and stand there, waiting for some directions.

"Okay, so you haven't been to my house before. Umm... My room's upstairs, the kitchen's in front of you, lounge to your right, bathroom by the kitchen. Questions?"

"None really," I smile.

"Cool. Come on up!"

We walk (Julian really sprints) up the ivory carpeted stairs, and I see pictures through the stairwell. Baby Julian with a rattle. Toddler Julian with a little soccer ball. Julian on his first day of elementary school. Quite cute, if I'm honest. Then
/there's a little toddler girl blowing out her candles while Julian blows a party horn. I vaguely remember Payton talking about Julian's little sister Hope. Maybe that's her.

At the top of the stairs, Julian goes left, and left again into a room that smells vaguely of an Abercrombie and Fitch store, or a sweaty gym locker room.

"Welcome to my hang!" Julian sits on a cushiony chair at a desk covered in papers and miscellaneous things that he probably hasn't touched in years. There's dust over half the desk, and I instinctively go to open a window.

"Where should I sit?" I say cautiously, trying not to step on anything.

"Umm... Let me grab you a chair from the study." Julian leaves, and I'm left to try and find a space on his desk where I can put my stuff. Carefully placing a pile of papers (dated back to 2013...?!) on the floor, I put the books there. As I put them
/down, a lot of dust goes up and into my mouth.

"Ah-choo!" I sneeze loudly, and internally hope nobody heard that. As I push my glasses up my nose, I hear little steps coming towards the door. I instinctively turn around, and there is the cutest girl I've ever seen. Long brown hair, reddish brownish
/pinkish lips, soul searching brown eyes, and... Oh my. The cutest little breasts I've ever laid eyes on! Mentally, I slap myself for thinking such a thing about someone who has to be Hope, my friend's little sister. I look down. She's got the lushest
/thighs, sweetest shorts, and an innocent expression that really says to me "Nishan, stop being a pervert!". Of course, she doesn't know I'm thinking that. But I get nervous sometimes, thinking people can hear me think. Nish the nerd, paranoid about
/something scientifically impossible.

"Hi," she whispers softly.

"Hello, you're Hope, right?" My palms are sweaty, and I smooth my Mohawk down. Calm down Nishan.

"Yeah. You are...?"

"Nishan."

"Hi Nishan, it's lovely to meet you." She blushes, and looks like she's going to run away. Her voice is so soft! All of her is so soft! I'd imagine, anyway.

"How are you?" I cringe internally. Ugh! I just small talked her! Kill me now!

"I'm good, yeah..." She pauses. "You?"

I can't tell if she's shy or just a bit put off by my socially inept behavior. "I'm going well." Before I can say anything though, Julian bursts through the door with a chair.

"I found you a chair!" Julian is a fire engine, sirens blaring compared to Hope.

"Julian! I was just talking to-" I gesture to Hope, but she isn't there.

"Yeah yeah. Hope's quite shy. You've met her before right? When you were helping her with Asher."

"Ohh. I remember that!" So I've met her. I was probably too caught up in doing computer things that I didn't notice her. How, I don't know.

"Anyway, you can yak with her afterwards." I nod, and we get working on quadratics and graphs.

After studying, Julian is putting the chair back when I see Hope by the front door as I'm lacing up my shoes.

"Hey Nishan, are you any good at Physics? I've been having a bit of trouble with it."

"I am, and I could help you if you want me to." I smile at her sweetly.

"Hehe!" Her laugh sounds like a wind chime. "That's why I was asking."

I roll my eyes a bit. Like brother, like sister. I doubt Hope would be having threesomes with the cheerleaders though (ssh... You didn't hear it from me!) but in some respects they seem quite alike.

I go home that night, and while I'm in the shower I think about Hope. Her small little breasts. I wonder how they'd feel. As an avid erotica reader I have read so many stories about how wonderful breasts feel, and now I feel like I have to have her. I
/don't, I'd just like to. Ugh. Nishan the pervert strikes again. I turn the water from hot to cold and try to clean my mind like I'm cleaning my body. Hope wouldn't be keen on me anyways. Skinny Indian kid. Ah well.