Arranging Alexandria [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9

"So you're officially a real couple now?" Jay asked us.

"Somewhat." I replied. She grinned at Hannah.

"Aren't they just precious together?" Hannah gushed. I gave her a glare that obviously said 'shut the hell up'. She didn't quite get the point. "I can't wait until the wedding. I feel like it's mine all over again."

"Where's Mark and her dad?" Louis tried to change the subject.

"They'll be back soon." Jay replied. "Have you decided on the colors for the wedding?" She asked me.

"We were thinking about having either yellow or violet as the colors along with white." I answered.

"It'll be hard to find violet flowers." Hannah stated.

"We were thinking about having lots of white candles, instead of tons of flowers." I explained, hoping for a good reaction.

"Oh, I love it! It's different but still very traditional." Jay liked the idea.

"I have to agree, that does sound nice. Candles will be less expensive and easier to find, too." Hannah said. Her phone rang, interrupting us. She excused herself to the front porch before answering it.

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That phone call? Well, it was my dad. He was telling me that he and Mark won't be home until much later. They went out drinking. Hannah insisted that Louis and Jay stay overnight, since it's already late. Jay took the spare bedroom and Louis is on the fold out couch. Now I'm in my bedroom, debating whether it's safe to go downstairs. I can't sleep for some reason. I don't want to go downstairs and have an awkward meeting with Louis. I know we're dating somewhat, but it's just awkward. I'm hungry. But I have to go through the living room (where Louis is asleep) to get to the kitchen (where we keep our food).

My stomach growled as if urging me to take the chance. You know how people say listen go your heart, not your brain? Well, screw my brain and heart; I'm listening to my stomach.

I opened the door quietly and crept down the stairs like the awesome ninja I am. Unfortunately, my ninja skills are a work in progress. Louis, who was checking his Twitter on his phone, heard me coming down the steps.

"Uhm, hi." I said awkwardly. "Just getting something to drink." I walked into the kitchen before he could attempt to strike up a conversation. I opened the fridge and got a bottle of Coke out. Then I got the ingredients for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

In the middle of making my sandwich, something in the doorframe caught my eye. I looked up to see Louis standing there watching me. His face went red when he noticed that he got caught.

"You can sit down." I said awkwardly. He hesitantly came in the kitchen and sat in the stool across from me. "You aren't tired?" I asked him.

"Not really." He shook his head.

"I am, but I can't go to sleep." I said, sitting down in the only other stool- next to him. "I have basketball practice in the morning." I groaned.

"I'll take you. I like watching you shoot your lay shots." He told me.

"Lou, it's a layup and a block shot." I told him, laughing.

"Eh, same difference." He shrugged.

"The worst part are the suicides." I said.

"People commit suicide because of basketball?" He asked seriously, making me laugh again.

"You idiot. No, but suicides make you want to commit suicide. We run, touch the free throw line, run back to the base line, run to the half court line, run back to the base line, run to the other free throw line, run back to the base like, run to the other base line, and then run back." I explained.

"That makes me tired just thinking about it." He chuckled.

"Or we do the suicides where you jump up on the wall, but that's a completely different story." I said. "Do they have a good softball team in London? I like softball." I asked him.

"I'm not sure. We could probably find a team. What position do you play?" He asked.

"Pitcher, catcher, first baseman, and short stop." I said proudly,

"Aren't you just an over achiever." He teased me, rolling his eyes.

"Not to brag, but I pitch eighty-nine miles per hour." I said, obviously bragging. He didn't reply, but was staring directly into my eyes. I awkwardly looked down at my hands.

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"Louis..." I trailed off slowly, when his face became closer to mine. He cupped his hands around my face and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. My eyes were open in shock at his sudden action. He pulled away, seeing that I didn't respond. Hurt filled his eyes.

"I'm going to bed." He mumbled and walked away. I stared straight ahead of me in complete shock. I walked to my room quickly, keeping my head down as I went through the living room. Once I got in my room I flopped down on my bed.

Why did he do that?

What encouraged him to do that?

Why did he expect me to kiss back?

I realized one thing about that kiss.

I

Felt

Sparks

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Short :( I'm sorry I haven't updated in like 3 months. I ran out of ideas. Merp. Book is still on hold though. Please give me ideas of what could happen so I don't end up deleting this book! xx