“Georgia Knight, how could you?” my mother shouts at me.

It turns out that they got home early just so they could yell at me and, when finding I wasn’t there, decided to sit together on the sofa, lights on, waiting for me to come home like they are actually caring parents.

“How dare you embarrass your father and I. We had told multiple people that you would be coming tonight with us and we had to say that we actually had no idea where you were when they saw you weren’t there with us.” I roll my eyes. Honestly. She is supposed to be an at least semi intelligent woman yet she doesn’t think that I know she said something along the lines of, “Oh, Georgia just wasn’t feeling well this evening.” I know that she can’t even fathom allowing the smallest disbelief that our ‘perfect’ family is less than perfect.

She goes on and on and I stop caring about two minutes in so I decide to watch the clock on the wall. Telling the passing time with each tick. Tick tock. Tick tock. Fifteen minutes- that feel like fifteen hours- go by when my mom finally finishes her rant, enough time to make me so angry I’m ready to shout back at her. Too bad I’m a rational person who knows that would only lead to more yelling, which I really don’t want to go through, so I keep my mouth shut.

She ends but pointing her finger up the stairs and yelling, “Now go to your room, young lady, and think about your actions!”

I trudge up the stairs and lock my door behind me. Usually, I would be fine with this. I have my laptop fully charged and fast internet that would get me on HPFF in seconds, but right now, all I know it that I don’t want to be in this house at this moment. I feel suffocated and I really want to punch something. I pace around the room for a moment before I look out my window. The house next door is dark and there is a car in the driveway. James’ family must be home and gone to sleep.

I check to make sure my door is locked and open my window as quietly as I can. You see, I’m not a master sneaker-outer, in fact I have never snuck out in my life. Why would I want to go out with friends to just get drunk and do other frivolous late night activities when I could be in bed, not wearing pants (my favorite way to go when home), and reading fanfiction?

I peek my head out the window and give a quick thanks to God that my parents have a thing for wrap around porches. I swing one leg out and reach to find footing on the roof of the porch. I then lift my other leg out the window and silently close my window behind me, leaving a small crack at the bottom so I can get back in. I ease myself off the roof and drop to the ground, looking both ways, nervous that for some odd reason my parents were out here and saw me.

I sprinted across our yard and into James’. He had mentioned that his bedroom is in one of the corners of the house, now I just have to figure out which one without waking anyone else in his family. Well this won’t be hard at all.

I take a lap around his house when I see one of the corner room’s lights is on. Dear God, I know I don’t talk to you much, but it would be great if you could do me this one solid and let that be James’ room. I do a quick sign of the cross like the good little christian girl I am (cough, cough, not) and use the railing on the porch to lift myself up to the wrap-around porch roof, identical to the one at my house.

I ninja roll to get closer to his window (because why not), and knock on the window once after cursing that the curtains were only sheer enough to show that the light is on but not enough to show the insides of the room. My heart pounds in my chest as the curtains begin to move and sigh in relief when I see a confused James.

I wave at him with a strained smile on my face, only now really realizing the implications of what I’m doing by showing up at a boy’s window in the dead of night. Whoops. He knits his eyebrows as he unlocks the window and pulls it up. I climb through as he steps back and for some reason, unknown to me, I think, Well, screw it. Next thing I know my arms are around James’ neck and I’m kissing him. I’m kissing a boy to whom I don’t even know his last name.

Surprised at first, it takes him a moment before wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me back. When he slides his tongue in my mouth I realize that I have yet to brush my teeth since dinner and probably taste like gross, saliva-y pizza, but it was too late now to do anything about it so I just followed his lead.


Nothing really happened in the kiss. There were no roaming hands, no declarations of love, no underlying passion that just made us end up having sex. It was just a kiss. A good one at that, but still just a kiss. He was very gentlemanly about it, keeping his hands on my waist or hips, which I’m not sure if I am happy about or not so much. Eh, I guess that will just be a question I’ll stay up hours into the night pondering.

When we finally stop, he rests his forehead against mine and I start to babble. What? I never said I was good in the awkward moments after a first kiss! “So that movie, eh? That was pretty funny. Eh? What am I, Canadian?” At that I laugh awkwardly and James looks at me like he is about to burst into laughter. “Do you watch hockey? I’ve actually never watched it though it is pretty popular in the way north. Canada that it. Oh, right, you don’t really have those Canadian jokes do you? I forgot that you are British. My bad. Do you have some country that you make fun of despite how similar to you they are. Is it Ireland for the-”

“Stop!” James exclaims, wholeheartedly laughing at this point. “I’m guessing that you are one of those people that don’t handle post-kiss moments very well, are you?”

I bristle. “Of course I am. Psh,” I say, swatting my hand.

He laughs. “Sure you are, G. Sure you are.”

I roll my eyes. “Well I’m sorry we can’t all be Mr. Cool.”

“Mr. Cool?” He snorts.

“Yes, Mr. Cool. Aka a person who handles awkward situations not awkwardly,” I explain.

“And this,” he gestures between us, “Is an awkward situation?”

“Yes!” I cry. “We just kissed didn’t we?!”

“But that doesn’t make it awkward.”

“Well excuse me, Mr. I Know Perfect Post Kiss Etiquette. Not all of us can be like you.”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I think ‘Proper Proper Post Kiss Etiquette,’” he air quotes around the words, “Is just not rambling.”

“Well excuuusseee me.”

He smirks. “You are excused.”

My mouth opens in indignation. “Well then!”

He rolls his eyes. “Would you care to sit down as you tell me the real reason why you are here right now?”

“What do you mean ‘real reason?’” I ask, using air quotes and lowering my voice to mimic his.

He raises one eyebrow. Damn, I always wanted to be able to do that. “Come on, G. Do you honestly believe that I think you are just here to make out with me before you go to sleep?”

“Maybe?” I say, unsure of myself.

He rolls his eyes before sitting down on his made bed and patting the seat next to him. “Now come sit here and tell Sugar all your problems,” he says in a high falsetto voice.

Now it is my turn to roll my eye before plopping down next to him. “Well maybe I didn’t come here just to make out,” I begin.

“No shit,” James deadpans.

“Oh!” I cry, playfully shoving him whilst laughing. He shoves me back, and then I shove him, then he shoves me before starting to tickle me. I cry out in laughter before exclaiming, “Ok! Ok!” I hold my hands up in mock surrender. He stops and I straighten up from my doubled over position, running my fingers through my hair once before deciding it way too tangled now to do any good.

“Are you sure you want to hear this? I don’t mind just keeping this to myself,” I say.

He looks at me unamused. “Just tell me already!”

“Fine! Fine!” I sigh. “It’s just my parents,” I begin. He nods at me to continue. “They are just being annoying.” I pick at a stray thread poking out from my shirt. “It’s just, they never have time for me or anything but they always want us to have the impression of the perfect family.” I sigh. “And it make me feel bad about being so upset about this when there could be so many worse situations to be in rather than just having your parents not care about your existance at all. I mean they could be beating me, there could be no food, there could-”

“G!” James cuts me off. “Just because those things are happening to you doesn’t mean you can’t be upset about your own problems.”

I take a deep breath. “I know, it’s just-”

“There are no buts,” James says strongly. “You are entitled to be upset about your own problems, no matter how small they are. That’s why they are called problems.”

I roll my eyes. “You could write a book with that level of eloquence,” I say sarcastically.

He pushes my playfully and I laugh.

“So what happened tonight to make things worse?” James asks.

I grimace. “Well you know how they wanted me to go to some work function with them?”

He nods.

“Well when I came home my mom yelled at me for like twenty minutes because I supposedly made the family look bad.” I shake my head, anger rearing back up just by thinking about everything again. “And it’s not like things like this have happened before, but for some reason, it just made me so angry and I just couldn’t stay in that house a moment longer.” I end with a huff. I feel tears prickling in my eyes but I take a deep breath to hold them back, not really ready to cry in front of James yet.

“Hey,” he says softly, taking my hand. “I know how you feel. It’s alright.”

“I just really don’t want to go back and face it all.” I pause. “Honestly I don’t really want to go back and have to stay in that house right now.”

“You could stay here,” James says quietly and I look at him in surprise. “Nothing would happen but sleeping,” he quickly explains. “And its fine if you don’t want to, I mean, I can totally understand, so-”

“I’d love to,” I say, cutting off his babbling. “Thanks,” I say, looking down to my hands on my lap.

“No problem,” he replies.

And that’s how I ended up going to sleep, curled up in James’ arms.


A/N: Hi everyone! So it’s been a while... *hides behind desk* I’m so sorry its been so long. I’ve gotten caught up on writing a bunch of different things, mainly How to Become Minister of Magic: A Guide, which all of y’all should totally check out *wink wink*

Ok! So, ep! They kissed! What do you think of G? What do you think of James? What do you think of them together? What do you want to see more of and what do you want to see less of? Tell me all your thoughts in the box below!

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