The Mom Next Door

11-Not Yet

*jens pov*

"I don't know what to tell you Jennifer, I didn't go to college, you know this." My mom says and I sigh. "Sorry, I just wish someone in this house went to college." I say loudly so my father can hear since he didn't go to college either.

"You could talk to one of the counselors on campus." My mom suggests. I'm basically trying to register for classes next year, and figure out if I want to change something about my major, but it's hard when I don't even know what any of this stuff on my computer screen means.

"Yeah but they're never any help." I sigh. "Well- if you were that desperate then you'd go to them." She shrugs. I roll my eyes, then I get an idea.

"You know Leah went to college." I tell my mom. "Well I figured that." She shrugs. "She has her masters." I tell my mom. "Well jeez- what're you talking to me for? Go ask her for help." She says and I stand up. "I'll be right back." I tell her and walk out the door.

Hopefully Leah shouldn't be too busy. I know Sofia left yesterday, so Leah probably doesn't have much to do right now. I knock on the door, and Leah opens in a pair of skinny jeans and a tight tank top. I've only seen her underdressed like this like 2 times, but she still looks good.

"Hey Jen. What's up?" She asks and leans against the doorframe. "Hey. I was wondering if you could help me with something?" I tilt my head. "Sure. Come in." She says and moves out of the way.

I walk in and she shuts the door behind me. We go and sit on the couch where she was obviously sitting before she answered the door since there's an open bottle of wine and a wine glass on the coffee table.

"What can I do for you?" She asks as I open my laptop. "Well I'm trying to get some stuff done for school, and inconveniently, no one in my house went to college." I start to explain.

"I see." She nods, automatically getting it. "So I'm trying to pick my new classes, and I don't really know what would benefit me." I say.

"Ok, I can help you with that." She says and smiles softly. "Lemme see." She says and takes my laptop. "So what's your major?" She asks. "Psychology." I say. "Really?" She asks and looks at me. I nod my head 'yes' and she smiles. "That's cool." She says and scoochs closer to me so I can see the laptop screen too.

"So these are the classes you already took this year?" She asks and points to one of the lists. "Yeah. These are the ones I can sign up for. I need 5." I tell her as I point to the list of classes I can take.

"Are you going into the medical branch?" She asks and I explain to her how I'm doing the mind portion, so basically the therapy side.

"I think principles of family and human services is the one that sticks out first for your major. Now remember I majored in business finances so I don't know much about psychology, but I had a friend who did, and she took this class." She tells me.

So I go with that one first and she puts a little check on the check box beside the class. We go through the rest of them, which I already know is gonna take a while since there's a lot. We pick 3 more classes, then we decide to take a break.

She pours some more wine in her glass once she sets down my laptop. "Do you want a glass?" She asks and I raise one brow until I realize she's talking about a glass of wine. "Oh- I'm not 21 yet." I say, trying to be responsible. "I know." She giggles. "20 right?" She asks and I nod my head.

"I guess I'll have some." I shrug because why not? "Alright." She giggles and stands up. She goes to the kitchen and comes back with another glass. She pours some wine and hands it to me. I thank her and take a sip. I'm gonna have to come over here more often if she lets me drink-.

"Do you like it?" She asks. "I do. Which is surprising." I say. "You don't like wine?" She asks. "Not usually, I guess I'm just used to the harder liq-." I stop since I'm literally about to expose myself for drinking regularly underage.

She laughs since she knows why I stopped. "It's okay Jennifer. I won't tellll." She teases and I smile. "You don't think I saw you that day walking down the sidewalk, barefoot and obviously hungover?" She giggles. "Oh god. That's embarrassing." I roll my eyes.

"It's okay. We've all been there." She shakes her head and we both take another sip of wine. "Thanks for helping me by the way. It really is nice to have someone who knows what they're doing." I tell her. "Of course baby." She says and playfully nudges my arm.

We end up putting on a movie for background noise, but we slowly get invested in the movie and start to pay attention, along with multiple glasses of wine...

"So he was the father the whole time-?" She points at the tv in disbelief. "Did you miss the whole plot?" I ask since it's obvious. "Smh shutup. Movies confuse me, I don't have the attention span." She says and leans back in the couch.

"I can tell." I say and she side eyes me. She goes to refill her glass, then she reaches for mine but I stop her. "What?" She asks softly. "I shouldn't, I'm already buzzed Leah." I say. "Really?" She smiles a little and I nod. "It doesn't take much for you, does it?" She laughs. "Leave me alone." I giggle and roll my eyes.

We put our attention back on the movie, right when a kissing scene comes up. Watching that made me think of when I kissed Leah...

She told me to forget about it, but how could I? I never got to know how she felt about it, which caused me to think even more.

I turn to her and admire her side profile as she watches the movie. "She's annoying." She says, talking about one of the characters. But I just stay quiet. She glances over at me, then she looks at me again once she realizes I'm staring at her and not the tv.

"What?" She asks and thinks I'm staring at something on her when I'm really just staring at her. "I wanna bring something up...but I don't want you to get mad." I tilt my head. "Why would I get mad. What's wrong baby?" She asks, worried.

I press my lips and look at her. "Do you remember when I kissed you?" I ask and she doesn't move at all. "What? Are you drunk?" She asks, confused as to why I'm bringing this up.

"No- I'm just curious." I shrug. She sighs and tilts her head. "I do remember...how could I forget?" She forces a chuckle. "But I told you to forget it even happened Jennifer. I could've taken that situation way out of proportion, but I didn't. I'm giving you a chance to basically take back what you did." She explains.

"What if I don't want to take it back?" I say with a little attitude, unintentionally. Maybe I am a little tipsy..

"What?" She raises one brow. "What if I wanna do it again?" I shrug and set down my glass as she processes what I just said. "Jennifer you're drunk." She says, sitting up and putting her hand on my thigh lightly. "I'm not." I shake my head.

"Do you wanna lye down upstairs..?" She asks and I realize she's softly stroking my thigh with her thumb. She tilts her head and slowly looks down my body. I glance over to the window and realize it's already dark outside, but I don't want to leave yet..