My mom was, of course, thrilled that Juniper was coming. As soon as I got home she pressed me for details about the day- and got annoyed with my monosyllabic answers- and when I woke up in the morning she was gone, leaving a note on the kitchen bench, Gone to buy food for lunch.

I made myself cereal and started on my Maths homework. I was about half way through when I looked at the time.

"Shit!" I said.

It was almost 11 o'clock. I'd slept in- Juniper would be here in an hour. We'd decided last night on 12 o'clock. I rushed to my room to get dressed. I couldn't decide what to wear- I didn't want to look like I wore the same thing all the time. But I didn't really have anything else, and so I put on my jeans and one of my t-shirts.

My room was a pigsty. I didn't know if Juniper would come to my room or not, but it was likely, and I definitely wanted her to. And so I set to work stuffing clothes into drawers, picking stuff up off the floor and throwing it out of sight. Most of my stuff ended up on my bed- I had no where else to put it.

My mom arrived home and nodded to me approvingly when she saw I was cleaning my room. I rolled my eyes.

Mom went to the kitchen and I heard her preparing lunch. My dad arrived home- he'd been out early, fishing- and went to change. I checked my hair in the mirror- flattening it, then ruffling it up again. I glanced out my window and saw Juniper making her way up the driveway. She was looking at my house, smiling. I ducked, hoping she couldn't see me watching her through the window. A moment later, the doorbell rang.

I waited a moment, so it didn't look like I was waiting at the door, and then walked towards it. I opened the door.

"Hi!" I said. "You look nice."

She looked good all the time of course, but her blue and white top was pretty.

"Thanks," she said, smiling at me.

She looked a tiny bit nervous, which was understandable, I guessed.

"Come in," I said, stepping out of the way so she could enter the house.

She walked in, looking around. There wasn't much to see- most of the doors coming off the hallway were closed, including my bedroom. I led her down the hallway until we reached the family room.

My dad was lying on the couch, watching the baseball. Mom was in the kitchen. She turned around as we entered.

"Oh!" she said, pretending to be surprised, even though she'd heard the doorbell. "You're here."

She wiped her hands on a tea towel and went to Juniper. To my embarrassment, she hugged her and kissed her cheek. Juniper seemed fine about it, kissing my mom's cheek back.

"I'm Kathy. We're so pleased to meet you! Andy's told us so much about you." Mom gushed.

"Mum!" I said, feeling my cheeks go hot. Juniper laughed.

"Nice to meet you too." she said, smiling at my mom.

My dad got up from the couch and he came over to shake Juniper's hand.

"I'm Peter." he said. "It's nice to meet you."

"Andy, give me hand with this," my mom said, taking the chicken out of the oven and trying to juggle the plate of sandwiches. I took the chicken from her and set it on the bench.

"Now, we've got lots of different sandwiches, some salad and some chicken for lunch." My mom said "Is that fine with you Juniper?" She bustling around the kitchen, getting out plates and cutlery.

"Oh, yeah, that's fine." Juniper said, "Anything I can help with?"

I went to sit on the couch with my dad. The game was on of course.

I looked towards the kitchen. Juniper and my mom were looking at us. I grinned at Juniper and she smiled back.

Mom got lunch on the table in the next few minutes and we all sat down to eat. Juniper was really polite to my parents, which I was glad about because I knew it meant a lot to them. Both my mom and my dad seemed to love her. They got on really well, talking naturally in no time at all.

"So, Andy tells me you're a Pink Floyd fan," Juniper said to my dad, a smile playing on her lips.

My dad laughed, as did my mom. I couldn't help but smile as well.

"That's just as much Andy as me." dad said, "But yeah, I'm a fan. Went to all their concerts as a kid."

"Do you have their album The Delicate Sound of Thunder?" Juniper asked eagerly.

My dad nodded, looking a little amused.

"You?" he asked her.

She shook her head in dismay.

"Not any more. Dad had it, but... it got lost. Still got some of it on my iPod though. I love Money."

I smiled to myself, slightly amazed that Juniper got on so well with my parents.

After lunch Juniper asked my mom if she wanted help cleaning up. My mom declined- although I could tell she was glad Juniper had asked- and told me to 'show her around'.

Our house wasn't very big, and there wasn't a lot to show her. So I took her up to the front of the house and opened the door to my bedroom.

Juniper went inside, looking around. I wished I'd had time to get all the stuff off my bed and into drawers, but she didn't seem to mind.

Then she went over to the book shelf and started reading the titles on the spines. I felt myself blushing again. I knew my obsession my sci-fi was extremely uncool, but I couldn't help it- I had always loved them. I still read some of them, when I had time.

Juniper turned around to look at me, eyebrows raised.

"I don't actually read those anymore." I mumbled, still blushing like crazy.

Her eyebrows went up another half centimeter.

"Really?" she said, her voice disbelieving.

I nodded, trying to be convincing.

She shrugged, turning away.

"Suit yourself. I think those books are cool." she said.

I was sure she wasn't serious, but I grinned. I grabbed her into a hug. She pretended to struggle and make me let go. She made us both fall on my bed. I tickled her and she squealed, slapping at my fingers playfully. We were both screaming with laughter. Eventually we stopped. I half wondered what my parents would be thinking. Then I looked at Juniper and our eyes locked, and all thoughts were pushed out of my mind. She was so close. I could see every detail of her beautiful, flawless face. I could see the millions of shades of green in her eyes.

We were practically alone. My whole body suddenly wanted her, wanted to touch her and have her touch me.

She rolled onto her side, bringing her body even closer to mine. I rolled towards her, moving slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. She seemed to want this too- she reached out and I felt her warm hand on the back of my neck, her fingers in my hair. It sort of tickled. It felt nice. I put my hand on her back, pulling her closer. Her legs made contact with mine. She was wearing black pants and I was wearing jeans, but it didn't matter. It was still her body, her beautiful body, touching mine. I pulled her even closer, until there was no space between us. Her face was so close. And then her eyes closed, and she leaned it, and pressed her lips against mine. Her lips were warm and soft and moist. I closed my own eyes, breathing in her sweet scent. It felt so good to be lying there with her. I held on to her tightly, but I was careful not to squeeze to hard. I rolled on to my back, and she rolled with me, wrapped in my arms. Her weight on top of me didn't bother me- I liked the feeling. The hand that had previously been under her stroked my cheek, her soft warm fingers dancing across my face. Her lips parted and mine did too.

We kissed for a long time. She broke contact, smiling apologetically. I understood why- my parents would be getting suspicious.

We returned to the kitchen. She smiled at me continuously, and I couldn't help grinning moronically back. My mom guessed of course, smiling at us knowingly. My dad glanced up too. When Juniper's back was turned he gave me a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows. It was a question. I rolled my eyes but gave him a thumbs back in return. He smiled at me, somewhat proudly.

Juniper left not long after that. I gave her a quick kiss at the door- nothing compared to our previous one. But I was aware of my mom hovering down the hallway.

I returned to the kitchen and sat down on the couch, next to my dad. My mom came and sat down on my other side. I felt surrounded.

"Well?" she said.

"Well." I replied.

"I think she's lovely, Andy. I'm so pleased for you."

I smiled. "Yeah, she's great. Thanks mom."

My dad nodded. "Pretty, athletic, a Pink Floyd fan. I'd be marrying her if I were you."

I grinned. "I'm glad you guys liked her."

"She's a keeper, Andy." dad said, turning the baseball on again. "Definitely."

"So," my mom said, getting up and returning to the kitchen. She rewashed plates and avoided my gaze. "What did you two get up to in your room?"

"Kathy!" dad said, as I blushed. "Don't ask him that. Andy's old enough to get some action-"

My mom's eyes widened. "You didn't do anything like that did you? You're not that serious? I'm happy for you to do some kissing and some... fondling, but-"

"Mum!" I said, horrified.

"Andy, before you... go all the way, I'd like you to talk to your father or me, make sure you know what you're doing. And make sure you don't pressure Juniper into anything that she doesn't want to do-"

"Mum! Please!" I said, not enjoying how this conversation was going.

"Leave him alone Kathy. He's fine." dad rescued me, his eyes not leaving the television.

My mom looked at me with concern, but didn't bring it up again. I quickly escaped to my room.