Madame Williams ( teacherxstudent )

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LOU'S POV:

Nicole dropped me off at Diane's. Of course it was our little secret, a secret that mom wasn't going to know until I was sure this was going somewhere. Before I could get out of the car, my older sister cleared her throat.

Of course, my sister had taken possession of my dad's old car.

"Are you alright?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah." I said, showing my sister a lip closed smile.

She smiled a bit too, "Have fun. Do you need me to pick you up later?"

"Diane's probably gonna want to drive me back home." I said. "Is my makeup okay?"

"Perfect." She said, "Although that lip gloss looks a little too extra."

"It's cherry flavored."

Nicole rolled her eyes, "Of course it is."

"Thank you, again, for driving me."

"Have fun."

I knocked on the door and Diane opened the door in less than a second. She looked as if she was eager to see me. I wore denim shorts and an oversized shirt, my hair was down and I had taken at least half an hour working on my eyeliner.

"Hey." I greeted.

She hugged me and kissed my cheek, "Hey. You look great."

She was wearing a matching set I knew too well. The gray sweatpants and sweatshirt... and her blonde hair in a high bun.

"Thanks. You... you do too."

She was already blushing, and I was probably just as blushed as she was.

I was smiling non stop, and so was she.

She closed the front door and asked how I was, what I did all day, etcetera. Then when we were in her room I took off my shoes. She had popcorn already set up in a bowl in the middle of the bed, and cozy blankets that we were probably not gonna use.

I watched as if I cared a shit about whatever that was happening. I had basically obligated Diane to put Mamma Mia on, and now that it was playing on TV, I couldn't care less.

Five minutes watching the movie and I was already distracted by something else.

I felt as if Diane was too far from me. It was just a few inches, but the bowl in between us separating us was bothering me. I grabbed the bowl and I set it on my lap, then slowly I moved a bit closer to Diane, and pretended to watch the movie when she looked my way to check on me.

It was my favorite scene, when Rosie and Tanya arrived in the island and they yelled like crazy chickens in the deck. Diane giggled while she watched, and my eyes were back on her smile as she kept watching.

I put the bowl away, and slowly I came to rest my head on Diane's shoulder.

"They should do some movie like this but with Fleetwood Mac songs." Diane said.

"Totally."

I was probably breathing too close to Diane's neck, because I saw her bite her lips and crack her thumb finger twice. She was nervous, or maybe she was feeling other things for me.

But my little plan was ruined when she turned her head to look at me and I chickened out.

"You begged for me to put this on and you're not even watching." She said, raising a teasing eyebrow. Her teeth showed up in a small smile that showed mischief.

Maybe I want to beg for something else.

"Sorry." I said, pouting adorably.

Of course she looked back at the TV and ignored my needy attempts to have her kiss me.