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Ashton has to go back to school today, so I decide to call Jess.
I don't want to be alone.
Jess: *Hello?*
"Hey, it's me."
Jess: *Luke! How's my favorite boyfriend?*
I chuckle.
"I think you mean only boyfriend."
Jess: *Yeah, that's what I meant.*
"Hey, do you want to come over?" I ask, getting right to the point.
Jess: *Oh, sure. Where do you live?*
I tell her the address, and she says she'll be here in five minutes.
Ten minutes pass.
Then twenty.
Then thirty.
I start feeling nauseous, if anything happened to Jess, it would be all my fault.
What if Harry got to her-or...
My mind starts to run different situations of what could've happened to Jess, each one more terrifying than the last.
Just as I think up a truly terrible simulation, I hear someone knock on the door.
I open it without looking through the peep-hole.
There, standing on the porch, is Jess.
"Fuck-" she pants. "Fuck you for-for living on the-f-fifth floor," she manages to say.
I pull her into an embrace.
"I thought something happened to you...If anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I would do," I mumble into her hair.
"Oh, I didn't mean to worry you. I got kinda lost," she sighs.
Jessica hugs me harder.
"Ow! Jess-my ribs," I shriek.
"Oh my god!-Luke, I forgot," she also shrieks.
I just now realize that we're standing outside, fully exposed.
Harry could jump us at any moment.
I pull her inside, and lock the door.
When did Ash get the door fixed? I'll ask him later.
I gesture for Jessica to sit on one of the couches, and she does.
"Oh, the seat is really warm," she giggles.
"Yeah, I've been practically living on this couch," I say, as I sit next to her.
"I think there's a permanent imprint of my ass on that cushion, actually," I laugh.
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