A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the wait for the chapter.  So many different ideas have been popping into my head and I started writing two other stories. Oops.  Life should be slowing down some pretty soon so hopefully updates won't take this long.  Hope you like the chapter!


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  “Isn’t meeting the family kind of a serious-dating thing?” I asked skeptically as we made our way up the driveway to his house.

His family was renting the house next to ours so we had to take the long way around the block on our way back from town so there would be less of a chance of a rogue parent spotting my car if they had made it home yet. Thankfully I don’t think anyone saw me but I am still being hyperaware if my phone buzzes so I can make up some B.S. as to why I am over at the neighbor’s house.

“Maybe,” James replied, opening the door to their house. “However, they probably aren’t even going to be here.”

“Why not?”

“My little sister is in some competition- that’s why were are here in the first place- and they are going to the opening night party thing.”

“So why aren’t you there with them?”

“Not really my scene,” he replied, shrugging.

“What kind of competition is it?”

He paused for a second. “Singing,” he said hurriedly.

I nodded absentmindedly as I looked around.

The house, although almost as big as mine- we were on the street of extravagantly big beach houses after all- was a lot cozier. Despite the fact that it was modern, beautiful, and expertly decorated, there were books strewn about, beach towels drying over the porch, pots and pans in the drying rack (his mom must actually cook!), and a laundry basket filled with folded clothes at the base of the stairs. The house looked lived in, despite the fact that James had told me they had only gotten in yesterday.

I instantly fell in love with the way he lived.

“So do you want to order pizza and watch a movie?”

I looked up quickly to see that, as I was looking around, James had moved into the kitchen where he was holding up some pizza place’s flyer with a number on it.


“The movies are over there,” he said, pointing to a cabinet under the TV.

I opened it up to see about fifty different DVDs. I looked through it and was very impressed. “You have a good taste in movies,” I told James.

“Well, normally I would say ‘thank you.’ However, this time I can’t take credit. All the movies came with the rental.”

“Well then whomever owns this house has great taste in movies,” I replied, laughing a little.

I scanned the movies one more time before settling on a movie that both of us would enjoy. “Have you ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail?”

“Nope,” James replied, jumping onto the couch and laying out on its entirety.

“How have you never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail?” I cried incredulously. “It is such a good movie!”

“Well I don’t really have a chance to watch movies. There aren’t any TV’s at my boarding school.”

“Ah, the dreaded ‘boarding school’ excuse.”

“It’s not it’s own specific excuse… And it’s not dreaded either!” James cried.

“I think it is.”

“Well it isn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure it is,” I shot back with a smile playing on my lips.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes before taking the movie from my hand and popping it into the player.

He sat down on the couch and I hesitated for a moment. I know that I am supposed to sit on the couch with him but how close do I sit? I don’t think it’s a date, so then I will sit a comfortable distance away. Yet, I am not totally sure this is not a date- what if he scoots closer to me and puts his arm around me- what if I freeze up-am I supposed to lean into it too because I’m not sure if I like him like that yet- what if he leans in for a kiss- I shook my head slightly and took a seat at the other end of the couch. If he wants to move over then it is up to him.

He shot me a smile and I relaxed.

The credits start rolling and a smile starts to spread on my face, knowing what is about to happen. James reaches for the controller and starts to fast-forward the movie.

“Nooo!” I cry, taking the controller from his hand quickly before pressing the play button. “You’re going to miss the best part!”

He looked warily at me. “It’s just the credits, G.”

“Ah, but you have never watched this movie before. The credits are not just the credits, you have to read the subtitles.”

He shot me another wary glance before turning back to the TV to follow my instructions. It didn’t take long before we were both crying with laughter.

“A moose once bit my sister!” James quoted between laughs. We laughed even harder. Suddenly I was leaning against him in support to stop myself from falling off the couch in laughter. When he moved his head up to look at me, I noticed how close we were. Like I mean, superrrr close. Like I could feel his breath tickle my cheeks.

I then noticed, a second too late, what I had been looking at: his lips. I quickly pulled my eyes up only to get caught up in his gaze.

God, that sounds awfully romantic. And not like ‘really romantic,’ but like romantic in an awful way. You see, I’m not one for romance. Now, we can psychoanalyze me later, but now I was still staring into his eyes and I had to do something about it.

“Umm, we should probably focus on the movie. This is a really good scene.” I say, but for some reason, I couldn’t make myself move back.

Thankfully James leaned back, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, of course.”

I leaned back and scooted away from him a little. I noticed that he ran his hand through his hair a couple times, only making it messier. For some reason, I liked it more like that.

So, now that we are watching some people argue about whether or not swallows can carry coconuts, we can go a little bit into my commitment problems. Its not like I have a problem with kissing a few guys here and there, but the way James was looking at me was like he could see right through me.

God, I turning into a sap. *Mental slap across the face.* Snap out of it, G! You can’t turn into a sap on me now! Don’t go into the light! I said, don’t go into the liggghhhhtttt!

You know what James reminded me of during the *shudder* moment? Sherlock in season three when he kissed Molly in one of the crazy conspiracy theories of how he survived the fall. It was all romantic and made my inner fan-girl squeal. Like ew, though. God, now I sound like a valley girl.

Today is just not a good day for the inner ramblings of G Knight.

But annnyyywayyy.

Paige says that it is because my parents have never really had a working relationship and that they probably have had multiple affairs already. However, that would make me just like the million other girls with the same problem and I am unique. Unique I tell you!

You is kind, you is smart, you is important. I know self, I am all those things!

James started laughing next to me and I looked up to see one of my favorite scenes: the trial of the witch. When we find out that the woman on trial weighs the same as a duck and is therefore made of wood and is therefore a witch (don’t ask), the doorbell rings.

“Pizza!” James exclaims, jumping up and running to the front door.

“Your such a child!” I yell after him. He turns his head and sticks out his tongue at me. All this would have been fine if it wasn’t for the fact that he kept running while doing that. Next thing I know, he is tripping over his own feet and lying sprawled out on the floor.

I giggled before getting up, grabbing the money from the groaning James still on the floor, going to the door and getting the pizza.

On my way to the kitchen I made sure to step over James before calling out “Come get pizza, you lazy ass!”

James popped back up relatively quickly for someone who was just on the floor groaning in pain before running over to me, grabbing the pizza box out of my hands and running into the kitchen with it. I rolled my eyes before following him.

“What toppings did you get on the pizza?”

“Pepperoni and green pepper,” James replies.

I scrunched up my nose. “Ew, vegetables on a pizza, gross.”

“What are you, like eight?”

“Nine, thank you very much,” I reply sticking out my tongue.

James rolls his eyes.

I grab two pieces of pizza and put them on a plate before making a big show out of picking each piece of green pepper off the pizza. When I finished I said, “There, all better now. This” I say, pointing to my new and improved piece of pizza, “Is how pizza should look like.”

James rolls his eyes again. “Whatever. Are you ready to finish the movie?”

“Of course I am!” I exclaim, running over to the couch and jumping on it as carefully as I can to not spill any of my delicious food.

“Who's the child now?,” James says, following me over to the couch at a much slower pace.

I stuck my tongue out at him before turning the movie back on.

As the movie went on, we finished our pizza and put the plates on the table in front of us. James then proceeded to drape his arm over the back of the couch but I didn’t immediately slide closer or anything like that. However, as we were nearing the end of the movie, I found myself right next to James with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. When I noticed I stiffened a little before relaxing once again.

We fit nicely together, James and I.

As the credits began to roll, neither James nor I moved. He began to trace circles with his thumb on my shoulder and I held back a shiver.

“I should probably be getting home,” I say not moving an inch.

“Yeah, it is getting late,” James replies not moving either.

As much as I want to stay where I am at this moment and just fall asleep, I know that I need to get up and face my parents. It takes all my will power to get into a sitting position. I turn to James, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

He smiles. “At the same spot.”

I grab my phone, stand up and begin walking to the door. I reach the doorway that leads to the hallway and turn around. “Thanks, for tonight. For everything.”

He smiles at me, “No problem, G.”

I turn back around and walk out the door. I walk over to my house and pause before opening the front door. Once I open the door, it will be like leaving a dream. A very nice dream. However, I know that I need to face reality so I take one quick glance at the house next to mine before opening my front door and walking inside.

Disclaimer: I do not own Monty Python and the Holy Grail- which belongs to the group Monty Python and if you haven’s watched it yet you are an uncultured swine (just kidding, but seriously though, go watch it now), “You is kind, you is smart, you is important” belongs to the movie The Help directed by Tate Taylor.

A/N: Hey guys, hope you liked the chapter; I know it is shorter than usual, but I felt like this was a good place to end. Please review ^_^.


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