GAH! MY INTERNET WAS TURNED OFF!
Because my stupid dad is such an ass (seriously) and the bill is in his name and he's just a jerk so he DIDN'T GIVE MY MOM THE BILL (on purpose!) and she couldn't pay for the internet WITHOUT THE FREAKING BILL (obviously) so we suffered the entire weekend disconnected.
Seriously, my dad really is quite mean.
AND. To make it up to you guys because you have no reason to feel the wrath of my quite mean dad, I'll post TWO chapters today. Oh gosh it's like Christmas!
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Thursday mornings were usually my least favorite days of the week. I had biology, meaning my least favorite class with my least favorite people. George the Pervert sat behind me flicking my ponytail while my professor mumbled on in such a monotone voice it could put an insomniac to sleep. Seriously.
"George, I swear to god if you keep blowing on my ear I will forcefully shove my pen somewhere you don't want it to go." I growled as a cool draft blew across my ear for the fifth time.
"I have no clue what you're talking about sweetheart, but I assure you that I'd enjoy whatever you want to do to me."
"I'm pretty sure your little guy wouldn't agree." I stated, glancing at him with a smirk across my face. I watched as his eyebrows rose and his smile faltered for half a second. Perfect.
"Oh, so you're into the tougher stuff, huh?"
"George, shut the hell up." I almost yelled, glaring at him directly.
Sitting next to him in class made me want to gain a serious amount of weight while burning my face off at the same time. He could make the prettiest girl feel dirty and disgusting.
"I think you like it."
"And I think I'm going to turn you over to the dean if you don't stop talking right now."
Yeah. I could be really mean when I wanted to.
It was finally Thursday. Thursday. The day of my not-really-a-date-but-just-a-hang-out with Tom. I had been anxiously waiting the past four days out, nearly positive that it would never come.
One thing I couldn't understand was why I wanted to be with him so badly. I'd never really acknowledged him like this before. He'd always just been Tom Fletcher, Danny's cute band mate.
But Tom had really grown up… not to say he'd been immature or anything. Appearance wise I'd always thought he was kind of like a five-year-old-boy cute, but recently he'd really matured. He'd always been sweet and nerdy, just the way I liked my guys, so that wasn't too different.
I guess it just took me a while to really notice him.
Whatever the reason, I couldn't deny my excitement to see him.
I had even completely forgotten about my little spat with Andrea and Jake. The days seemed to mesh together and I hadn't run into them once. I missed seeing them everyday after school, and I knew that I notice it more once Thursday was done and finished, but the past days just hadn't really registered with me.
"George, that had better just be your finger poking my hip."
"Would you prefer something else?"
"I'm definitely going to kill you once this lecture gets out…" I whispered under my breath, earning a few looks from the people around me. What were they thinking anyway? They all knew how annoying George was.
I jumped up from my seat quickly once our professor dismissed us. I had about an hour to get ready and catch my bus to Tom's. I sighed, happiness washing through me.
"Where're you going so quickly, beautiful?" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I thought I'd left him back in the classroom…
"George if you don't get the hell out of here I really am going to report you."
"What are you talking about? You're just asking for the attention with those cute jeans of yours." I spun around, glaring at George directly in the eyes. He wasn't much taller then I was.
"I am not asking for attention, especially from you. I am asking for you to leave me the hell alone and get on your way." Was that clear enough for him?
"Sure you are, sweetheart."
"I'm pretty sure she wants you to leave, mate." I spun around quickly to see Jake turn around the corner, glaring at George angrily.
"None of your business mate." George met Jake's glare momentarily before going back to looking at me.
"It'll be my business until you leave her alone." Jake came up to my side, dwarfing the Pervert.
"Fine, fine. I see when I'm not wanted. I'll talk to you later, Emily." I stuck my tongue out in reply, sickened.
"Thank you so much Jake. He's been bugging me all morning…" I sighed, glancing up at my friend.
"No problem, Em. I've been looking for you all week, trying to find you and apologize. I figured I could track you down over here."
"Good guess. And you're forgiven, really. I need to be going though, I'm meeting up with a friend and I really need to get ready." I smiled, growing excited again.
"Ooh, a friend? Is this a man friend?" He asked looking excited himself.
"Yes it is. And I swear, Jake, you gossip like a girl sometimes." I laughed as we stopped outside the girl's dorms.
"It's not my fault that I like a bit of gossip here and there." He smiled, waving me off as I entered the building. I got ready quickly, showering and blow-drying my hair out in less then thirty minutes. I spent the rest of my time picking out an outfit, wasting so much time deciding on jeans and a boring band t-shirt. We were going to be baking so I didn't want to look too nice.
I caught my bus just in time, showing the driver my bus pass and moving to an empty seat. It was a twenty-minute bus ride to the main street where the guys lived. I always thought it was kind of cute how they all lived on the same street, unable to completely separate from one another. Just thinking about it made me smile. They were like brothers…
The thought of brothers made my heart stop. Just because Danny couldn't cook didn't mean he wouldn't be there. Would Tom invite him over anyway? I had no reason to be excited. It would be like any other time I hung out with the McFly guys.
I pushed the button once their street came into view. Thanking the driver, I got off slightly crest fallen. My plans and mood had gone completely down hill. Why had I thought it would be special?
I strolled up Tom's garden, pulling my sweatshirt tighter around me. His driveway contained his baby blue mini and no other cars. Obviously the boys didn't drive to one another's houses, though. That would be such a waste of gas.
The doorbell chimed a sweet, melodic tone as I pushed the small white button. The moments in which I spent waiting for him to answer were filled with some kind of regret. I shouldn't have been so hopeful…
The door swung open calmly, revealing a very pleased Tom Fletcher. I couldn't help but smile as I looked over his optimistic appearance. He was clad in a red star wars shirt and black jeans; his dimple-smile was overly evident upon his face.
"Welcome, to casa de Tom." He laughed, opening the door wider for me to enter the room.
I'd been to Tom's house before, visiting for a Christmas party one time with Danny. I remembered the floor plan fairly well as he led me into the living room. My mind naturally expected to see a lazy Danny Jones spread out across Tom's couch but surprisingly it was empty.
"You can throw your hoodie anywhere, if you'd like." He explained as I unzipped it. I leisurely threw it across his couch, trying to casually spot a hidden Danny.
Were we actually alone?
"So what's on the menu, Master Fletcher?" I asked as he led me into the kitchen.
"Master Fletcher?"
"Every time I see you, you're wearing Star Wars shirts. Seriously, do you own them all?
"I'm hoping to obtain the largest Star Wars clothing collection. You don't even want to see all the boxers I have."
"Dude, I already can." I laughed, pointing to the Darth Vader mask revealing itself from Tom's pants.
"Haha, woops." He laughed, blushing slightly as he pulled his pants up just a bit.
I glanced away from his cute boxers around the room. My jaw dropped at the amount of supplies accumulated across his kitchen counter tops.
"Tom?" My voice was small as I glanced over at him, shocked.
"Shall we begin?"