Hey! Had to write this, been obsessing over James Franco. I am in love with him

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Jenna couldn't believe her luck.

Poppy couldn't be more dismayed.

Poppy, though hating Jenna with a passion, had agreed to go to the gym with her after school, as they were partners on a dance project in gym class. And both girls had halted in the doorway, in the nearly empty gym, one figure caught their eye.

Harry Osborne. And wasn't he fine? He hung upside down from the silver railing, his legs hooked over the sides, his black shorts, were worn low, so you could see his hips, and the wonderful 'v' shape that ran down inside them. He was shirtless, and his muscles glistened with sweat. his flawless revealed skin made their hearts beat faster. His hands were held behind his head, as he lifted himself up with a grunt, and touched his chin to his knees. His face, truly looked carved from angels then. He was incredibly handsome.

"Remind me again, why you dumped him?" Jenna asked cruelly. Poppy wanted to glare at her, but she couldn't get her eyes off Harry's lean yet muscled form. "Oh yeah...it was because he actually wanted to be with you, gah, he's so dumb right?"

"Shut it." Poppy snapped "If you like him so much, why don't you talk to him?" She ran her hands sideways through her hair and suddenly regretted saying that, the gleam that shone through Jenna's brown eyes.

"Fine," she smirked, tossing her brown hair back "I will." And she marched over to him.

Poppy got onto an exercise bike, hidden behind some weights, but she could see and hear everything.

"Hey handsome," Jenna said coolly, Harry's eyes fluttered open in surprise, and he jerked, tumbling off the bar. Jenna stood over him smiling

"Oh..." he managed a nervous smile "H-hey J-Jenna," he swallowed looking up at her. She held her hand out, and it took him a moment to realise she was helping him up, he stood shakily, shaking his head "I think I was going at it pretty hard, I'm feeling a little dizzy,"

"Doesn't look like you need to work out," she flirted obviously, a placed a finger lightly on his chest, and dragged her nail down, Harry's cheeks tainted red, and Poppy realised with a start...how incredibly new at this he was. He didn't know that much about relationships, and he certainly didn't know how to handle someone like Jenna. He was... she shook her head in amazement, he was shy. And she hadn't even noticed, he walked with such elegance and confidence. He smiled so brightly with his friends.

"T-thanks," he cleared his throat "Thank you," he looked around, running a hand through his brown curls "What are you doing here?"

"Just chilling," she shrugged, "So I heard you and Poppy broke up,"

"D-did you?" he muttered something, picking up his towel and dabbing at the sweat on his face.

"Yeah, she's bragging to everyone on how she dumped you like a that," she clicked her fingers. Poppy's mouth dropped open in horror, but what could she do? She couldn't make herself known now! Harry would know she had been spying on them. "I think it's kinda mean if you ask me,"

"Yeah," he frowned at Jenna "It doesn't really sound like Poppy,"

"You only really know how kind a person is after a breakup," she tried to sooth. "But why are you working out?" She was trying to turn the topic away from Poppy now, from which Jerome's sister was grateful. "You're incredibly fit,"

"A way to vent I guess," Harry said quickly "Listen Jenna, this has been great, but I have to go-"

"My house on Saturday?" She asked loudly. Harry froze, and then busied himself with unzipping his gym back and pulling out a back V-neck shirt. He pulled it on "Just you know...to chat, we're friends right?"

"Friends?" He grasped at straws "S-sure, sure, as friends, that'll be...interesting." he slung the back over his shoulders and his green eyes blazed. Jenna smiled

"I'll text you my address, see you Harry, bring your night stuff, we can have a sleep over-"

"I-" But Jenna had turned and headed for the ladies bathroom. Harry stood, completely baffled, and sprayed deodorant around him, before swiftly leaving the gym. Poppy was stumped. Why? Why did she feel such a burning anger at Jenna? Why did she feel an overwhelming sense of love for the fact that Harry was almost as inexperienced as her.

She wasn't over him.

In fact, she had fallen harder.

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"Hi," Harry managed, smiling at Jenna. He fought the urge to look down, and focused on the ceiling. She was wearing a bikini, an incredibly revealing bikini, incredibly inappropriate in his opinion. Call him old fashioned, but he wasn't really attracted to girls who left nothing to the imagination. "Sorry Harry, I was just in the pool, come on in," he smiled shyly, awkwardly, wondering why he was even here.

But eventually, she had him in her room. Harry looked around, and realised, he preferred Poppy's room. This room, the walls were covered in pictures of half naked men, sometimes more, and he noticed, that Jenna was incredibly shallow. She only cared about appearance. And though a small part of him felt flattered, that she viewed him as handsome as the pictures of Tom Daley, and David Beckham, he couldn't help but feel like an object. "I like your..." he looked around "Um...wardrobe,"

"Thanks baby," she cooed, sitting on the bed, and patting the place beside her, as soon as he did, she was on him. Her hands tangling into his hair as she pressed her lips forcefully to his. And Harry, momentarily lost in the pleasant sensation and taste of the vanilla lipstick she was wearing, he pulled her away, breathless

"Um, listen Jenna, I don't..." he stood, backing away from her "I just wanna be your friend." Maybe not even that.

"Why?" she frowned, lying sideways on the bed, "Aren't I pretty enough-"

"N-no, you're beautiful, just...not my type." He allowed a small smile "I like blondes,"

"I could die my hair-"

"Someone a little..." he looked for the right word "Shyer. More like me, I don't think we have much in common-"

"I'm very mature for my age." She raised her eyebrows to see if he got the hint.

Harry's voice went very high pitched What the hell?! "Um, that's great, possibly illegal, I don't know how old you are," he was speaking very quickly "I have to go, lovely meeting you, nice house, weird posters," and he ran. Jenna watched him with a sigh.

"Shame," she sighed "Someone so goodlooking's a freak." She turned to the posters "At least you guys are here for me,"

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"Congratulations man," Jerome tried, as the two of them walked down the path on their way home. "You beat Mara on that Trig test today, not everyone does that everyday," he nudged Harry slightly, but his brunette best friend kept his eyes on the ground. Jerome sighed "What's up man? You're keeping something from me. Not to mention the fact that there are those rumours about you and Jenna or Jenny in the year below." Still, Harry said nothing. "Dude? What's up-"

"I've ben lying to you!" Harry cried suddenly. He stopped in the path, and Jerome turned with him, readjusting his satchel strap. He cleared his throat, as a few children grumbled as they walked around the pairs inconvenient stop.

"About..."

Harry sighed, shaking his head "You won't like it. I can't tell you."

Jerome looked around wistfully "Is it...that you cheated on the Trig test?" Harry shook his head slowly. Jerome frowned "Please don't tell me you did anything with Jenny, that'll be bad. Not just for you-" He stopped when Harry shook his head "Well there's a relief." He frowned "Something with your dad? Just tell me!"

"You won't like it," Harry pointed out again quietly

"Dude, you're my best friend. If you don't tell me, I'll just assume it's something way worse than it is." Jerome groaned when still Harry was silent. The boy was almost as stubborn as he was. "Fine...did you..." he sighed "Have you been seeing Mara behind my back?" Jerome recoiled at Harry glare, and he stumbled back slightly "Woah du-"

"You honestly think I would do that? Huh? Best friend?" he shoved Jerome's shoulder slightly "Why does everyone think I'm so much worse than I am!" He growled "I would never do that to you-"

"I was just a guess," Jerome tried weakly, taking another step back "Dude, you got-" but Harry had turned on his heel, and was storming away. He watched him go helplessly, and sighed.

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"You wouldn't happen to know what was up with Harry, would you Jaffray?" Jerome asked, as the two of them sat, hands intwined on the bench by the sea, watching the waves crash and fall, sweetly in front o the horizon. Mara said nothing, watching the tide, and Jerome's blue eyes widened "Oh my gosh! You do know! Tell me!" his eagerness made Mara laugh

"Jerome, I can't," she stroked her thumb over his palm "I made a promise you Harry,"

"But I'm your boyfriend!" he whined like a child "We can't have secrets,"

Mara laughed "He's my best friend."

"No," Jerome corrected, clearing his throat protectively "I'm your best friend,"

"Fine fine, but he's our brother, is he not?" Jerome could only stare for a few moments into her brown eyes, before relenting. Yes, Harry was like the brother he always wanted. Just like him, in every single way, they got on so well, sometimes it was almost unbelievable. Their only difference would be the roles they wanted in a group situation. Jerome wanted to be in charge, and Harry was fine following orders, as long as he could have a say every now and again. And it made them work perfectly.

"Fine," he grumbled, a little startled at Mara's loyalty. "I guess I'll just have to find out myself."

"It's what your best at," Mara reminded, Jerome laughed. "But careful Jerome, you won't like it."

"So everyone keeps saying," he turned to Mara with an arch of his eyebrow "How bad is it? I mean...crazy bad? Like Harry's a serial killer bad? Or something else..."

"You'll wonder how on earth you didn't see it earlier." She smiled, kissing his cheek "It's so painfully obvious,"

"Oh don't say that," Jerome groaned with a smile "You'll drive me mad." He frowned "But it's not that bad?"

"No, no, to me, it's very very wonderful."

Jerome seemed lightened by this thought "That's good then, you're usually quite talented when it comes to judging a situation,"

"That's why you love me," she snuggled into his side, watching the sun disappear

"One of the many, many reasons,"

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