Nerds Are Lovable

19: Nerds Are Thankful

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Jones."

"You can call me Fred, Jayden, I'm not your teacher."

Jayden nods, chuckling nervously, "Right, sorry. Happy Thanksgiving, Fred."

They do this weird side hug that looks forced upon Jayden. He must not be used to being so friendly and loose around adults. Especially when his Thanksgivings usually consist of meeting fancy rich people that work for his dad. They must expect him to be on his best behavior. Here, you're lucky if you catch us fully clothed.

Let me remind you how Bella met me.

"Jam, you're wearing a collared shirt," I give my not-so-greeting.

Jayden looks down at his shirt and then back up to me with a goofy grin, "Too much?"

"Way too much," I smile, "Come on, follow me."

I lead him down the hall to my room. I'd just washed the shirt and sweats Jayden had lent me the day we babysat his sister. I hadn't gotten the chance to give those back to him so they were just chilling in my closet. Pulling the shirt out, I hand it to Jayden so that he can change into something more comfortable.

"Is it really that bad that I'm wearing a tie?"

"Trust me," I sit on my bed, "When you're going in for your third serving, you're not gonna want to be wearing anything tight."

"Pass me the sweats too then," He accepts.

I go back into my closet to grab the sweatpants that were neatly folded. I'm making my way back to my room only to be met by a shirtless Jayden. He was mid changing into his Star Wars shirt I had handed him. He must hear me cause he turns around and catches my eyes with his own bright green ones. His cheeks turn red as he realizes the situation we're in.

I don't break eye contact until Jayden does. I quickly let my eyes scan his chest and abs, which are clearly defined, before looking back up to him. He coughs uncomfortably before looking back to me. He doesn't make eye contact with me though, unable to I assume. I look away, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable. I reach my hand out, still looking away, so that Jayden can grab the sweatpants. His hand touches mine as he takes hold of the sweatpants.

"Umm, thanks," He stutters out.

"No problem," I feel the blush on my cheeks.

He's so fucking attractive.

Sitting back on the bed, I turn around as to give him continue giving him privacy as he finishes changing. I can hear the ruffling of clothes as he moves around and puts the shirt and sweats on.

"Your art," He finally speaks up, "Where'd it go?"

I turn back around, smiling at the sight of
Jayden. This is what Thanksgiving is all about. Finding your inner couch potato and letting it live out its wildest dreams. Anyway, Jayden looked better in a simple shirt and sweats than a pastel pink shirt could ever do.

I nod, "Couldn't have you peaking."

He turns around to face me, looking away from the clean desk, "I feel like I should be offended."

I shrug with a smile, "You should."

Standing up, I walk back over to the door, "Come on," I wave him over, "They're gonna start eating without us."