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I sip my hot chocolate as I look outside my window. The moving van has just left and I now have a perfect view of the Grays' house. I really don't know why I'm staring at their house but the point is, I am. As I watch their house, I can see the light in Shane's room turn on. I don't know why, but I duck down. I know he can't see me from his window but instincts don't listen to logic. So I'm ducking down and watching his house when I see a figure through my window. It was Shane! I now felt better for being hidden. I knew if I had been up then I would blushed. I hugged my knees to my chest and watched as Shane seemed to sit down on his window seat.

'What if he's watching my house, too? That would be so awkward if we were both watching each other's houses. Okay! I'm officially done!' I thought. I got up from my hiding spot, making sure not to face the window. I didn't want it to look like I had been watching their house. I walked slowly to the door and raced out of my room. I decided that no damage had been done. He couldn't have possibly seen me getting up from my hiding spot. I took a deep breath so I would appear calm when I got downstairs. I turned the corner and entered the kitchen.

"How was your hot chocolate, honey?" My mom asked.

"Great! Hot and chocolatey, just the way I like it! How did you know?" I joked.

My mom winked, "Moms know everything! Where's the mug?"

I frowned, "I thought you said 'moms know everything!' Shouldn't you know where the mug is then?"

"Very funny! Go bring the mug down here. You know I don't like when you let dirty dishes lay around the house."

I smile at her and walk back upstairs to get the mug. My hand is just closing around it when I hear the doorbell ring. I think nothing of it and grab the cup to take it down to my mom. Big mistake! When I walk downstairs, I find the whole Gray family standing in our entryway. My eyes widen and I quickly dart past them and into the kitchen. I know that must have looked awkward, but what else was I supposed to do? I was a mess. I was in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top! I froze next to the sink and just let the mug slip out of my hand. Second big mistake! The water in the sink didn't seem to like to be disturbed so to get even, it made a nice wet patch all down the front of my shirt. I squealed and clapped a hand to my mouth.

"Honey, are you okay?" I heard my mom call.

'Good going, smart one! Now they're all going to come in here!'

"I'm fine, Mom!" I hurry to say. I look down at my shirt. Unfortunately, I'm wearing a white tank top and it's a well know fact the white is see-through when wet. Great! Even more embarrassing, I'm wearing a hot pink bra with white polka dot and it's currently being shown off through the wet fabric of my useless tank top. I could seriously cry right now!

"You sure you're okay? We heard you scream."

Nate entered the room and I quickly turned around. 'Now what?' I tried to think. It was useless. There was absolutely nothing around to cover up with. Where are all Mom's dishtowels when you need them? I looked over my shoulder to see Nate standing right behind me.

"I just got wet. I'm fine!" I sigh.

Nate frowned, "Are you sure? You're acting kind of weird."

I bite my lip, "Promise not to laugh?"

Nate furrowed his brow in confusion, "Sure. What's up?"

"I threw my mug in the sink and the water splashed me. The whole front of my shirt is drenched."

"Do you need help?" Nate asked, still slightly confused.

I actually laughed, "I don't think you get it. White shirts plus water equals see-through shirts!"

Nate blushed, "Oh! Wow, I can see how that's a problem! Do you want me to go up to your room and get a shirt for you? You can have this while I get a shirt."

Nate took off his blue, plaid button up shirt and handed it to me. Under it, he was wearing a darker blue t-shirt.

"Why don't I go up and get it? I know my closet better than you", I offer.

Nate smiles, "And be caught wearing my shirt? Don't you think that would make them ask questions?"

I sighed, "You have a point! Do you mind getting pants for me, too? I really don't feel like walking around the house in pajama pants with company over."

Nate nodded, "I'll be right back! Wait here!"

"Oh, don't worry! I won't be going anywhere!" I said as he left. I looked around the kitchen for something to keep me occupied. I decided to wash the mug I had carelessly thrown into the sink. I laughed as I scrubbed at the mug. I sure do get myself into many awkward situations! I set the mug down and was relieved when Nate came back into the room. Nate handed me some clothes. I looked at them. He had given me a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a cute pink shirt that tied in the back. I smiled at him.

"Thanks! These are great!" I said and looked around, "But where should I change? I can't exactly get to the bathroom without them seeing me."

"In here? I can turn around and stand guard if you want."

I laughed, "You know, you are perhaps the sweetest guy I have ever had the good fortune of meeting!"

Nate smiled and turned around, "Tell me when you're done."

I look at his back and have a huge urge to just wrap my arms around him and hug him. But this would be bad considering the fact that I'm soaking wet and indecent. I start to pull my shirt over my head. I grab the pink shirt and quickly put it on. I'm dreading taking off my pants. It would be so horrible if my mom picked that moment to show everyone to the kitchen. How awkward would it look with a half-naked girl and a boy not even facing her, standing in the kitchen together? Really awkward!

I pull off my pajama pants quickly and throw on the skinny jeans. Luckily, I'm now fully dressed and no one has entered the kitchen. I decided to act on my whim and throw my arms around Nate. I feel him jump slightly and then turn around in my arms so that he's facing me. He put his arms around me too and hugged me back.

"Thanks for everything!" I say and lean in and kiss him on the cheek. Nate blushes slightly and lets go of me. I hand him back his shirt and he puts it on again. We walk back to the entryway together. My mom is still there talking to the Grays. I swear she can talk forever! I walk up beside her and she smiles.

"Is everything ready?" She asks me, giving me the 'play along' look.

I smile, "Yeah, thanks to Nate!"

My mom turns and smiles at the Grays, "Well, shall we?"

She leads them into the dining room. I wink as I walk by Nate. He smiles sheepishly at me as we enter the room. Shane seems to be avoiding. Honestly, I'm not surprised by this. I did kind of yell at him earlier. Everyone takes a seat at the table. I make for a seat between Jason and Nate. Shane sits across from us, by his father. My dad sits down next to Mr. Gray. Mrs. Gray sits on the other side of Jason. My mom enters the room carrying plates of food. She sets them down on the table and then grabs a seat by my dad. Everyone digs into the food.

"So, Nate. What exactly did you help with?" Jason asked.

"He helped me set the plates up!" I chimed in. In the right time, too for it seemed Nick didn't have a clue what to say.

"Oh! You should have let me help, too! That sounds like fun setting up plates!" Jason beamed.

I laughed and looked at Nate, "It wasn't that great, was it?"

Nate shrugged, "I don't know. I thought it was rather fun, actually."

I rolled my eyes. Everyone at the table was probably confused except for my mom who would probably have a good idea of what went on in the kitchen.

"Setting a plate is fun?" Shane asked suspiciously.

Nate nodded, "You'd be surprised! Anyway, I'm sure anything with this girl is fun!"

Nate pointed at me and laughed. I laughed too. Soon the parents were laughing as well and Jason joined in with his truly contagious laughter. The only person not laughing was Shane. I guess he was still feeling too awkward from when I yelled at him to laugh. I made a mental note to talk to him later. I was starting to feel guilty for yelling at him.

"That was a delicious meal, Mrs. Torres!" Mrs. Gray said as she got up from the table. "You'll have to share that recipe for the salsa with me!"

My mom beamed at her, "I'd love too! Drop by our house whenever you like! We love visitors!"

Mrs. Gray nodded as she walked out our front door, "The same goes for you. I'd love to have you all over at my house sometime. Feel free to just come over and chat, though!"

I walked out the door with the boys. I grabbed Shane's arm discreetly and pulled him aside.

"I need to talk to you", I whispered.

"Okay. You can come over to our house and we'll talk in my room, alright?" Shane asked.

I nodded and waved at my mom to show her that I was going to the Grays' house. She nodded and shut the front door. I followed Shane inside his house and up to his room. I was surprised to see how far it was coming along. In just a few hours, he already had all his furniture in his room. I sat down on his bed. I felt slightly awkward sitting on his bed.

"I want to apologize for yelling at you earlier. I shouldn't have. It was uncalled for!"

Shane shook his head, "Not exactly. I should have called like you said. It's just, I didn't really know what to say. I thought it would be awkward to call you. I'm really sorry!"

I smiled up at him. He looked so cute and helpless. I got up and hugged him.

"Let's forget about this, okay?" I asked.

Shane nodded, relieved. He pulled me back into a hug. I must say, he smelled so good! I wanted to stay in his arms forever. They felt amazing. I could feel his muscle underneath his thin cotton shirt. I was totally in heaven.

"Hey, Mom brought home Frosties!" Jason said as he ran past the room in an attempt to reach the kitchen first. Shane broke away from me and I think that's the first time I've ever been annoyed with Jason.

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