"I bet I can make you fall in love with me in just two weeks." He smirks.
"I doubt that dick head." I reply.
We'll see about that one...
Highest rank: #1 spring Break
We steal the air from our burning lungs to be as close to each other as possible. We have kissed in my house, my room, my living room, outside in the snow, and I think the plan is to kiss each other everywhere.
It has been a couple days and Louis' birthday is today.
He was at his house and I was at mine grasping a pink paper gift bag that has his birthday present in.
I was in the coat I wore when we kissed in the middle of the night. But I was wearing a cute outfit underneath for the occasion.
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I thought Louis might like it.
I hope he likes my gift because he deserves a good one.
***
Walking up the steps to Louis' house was the most nerve racking thing for me. We had something going on. We haven't had sex but we have kissed everywhere in my house. He won't stop saying I love him.
What if I do?
I hesitate, knocking on Louis' front door. His house was small.
Very small.
How could he fit his parents in here? There doesn't seem to be much room.
He opened the door.
There he stood wrapped in a blue blanket. He was in sweatpants and a grey long sleeved shirt. He looked very cute and cozy. I just wanna cuddle next to him.
"W-what are you doing here Ayvee?" Louis blushed and his eyes dart down to the gift bag rested in my hands.
"H-happy birthday Louis." I say very quietly.
"How did you know it was my birthday?" He looked so confused. I started to panick in my head. Maybe this was a bad idea and he didn't like birthdays.
"Reagan Uhm— she told me." I was nervous and I knew he was too.
"Is t-that bag for me?" He bit his lip to hide a blushing smile.
Cutie.
"Totally not." I joke and hand him the bag. He takes it in his hand but doesn't open it. He just looks up at me nervous.
"Do you want to come I-in?" He asks shyly. I say yes and walk up to him standing in the door and he gets worried quickly.
"Wait!" He puts his hands on both of my arms, stop pin me in my track. "Are you okay?" I ask in concern. He had something going on in his head. He didn't tell me it was his birthday. There has to be some reason.
