A/N Okay, so I was editing this, and it deleted. God I'm such an idiot.
Riley's pov
I'm standing in front of my closet, contiplating what to wear. I want to look presentable, mature, cute and not like a slut.
What says that?
I find some cute blue jeggings, a yellow top and a floral blazer, with light brown Toms. I straighten my hair and pin two of the locks to the back. I look okay. I just really, really hope they like me. I don't know what I'd do if they don't.
I arrive at James' house. I walk up the stairs nervously and knock on the wooden door. Shortly after, I'm greeted with a little girl, she looks about 9ish. She has James' chocolate brown eyes and dimples. Her hair is also the same color as James' and is pulled into a ponytail. She looks exactly like him. I smile.
"Hi, I'm Grace." She says, smiling back. "You must be Riley."
"Hey, that's me." I laugh a little. She opens the door for me.
"Come in, James is waiting inside." I follow her into the living room, where I see James, his parents and two other little girls. "James. Riley's here."
James gets up from his seat and introduces me to his family. Of course, I know Debra, but I got to meet his three sisters and father. They all seemed like a pretty laid back family, and made me feel welcome.
We are sitting in the living room making small talk.
"Do you dance, Wiley?" His youngest sister, Brittany, asked. I was surprised at her tiny voice speaking so boldly. I laughed.
"Yeah, Britt, she does." James says, chuckling. "She's with me in A troupe."
The 6 year old looks shocked. She puts her hands on her cheeks.
"You'we an A twoupe dancwew?!" She asks, I nod. "I'm gonna be in A twoupe one day, too."
I laugh. "Well then, the future of The Next Step looks really bright."
She giggles as James ruffles her hair. He hasn't really been one to show it, but James' really good with little kids. Always so gentle and never loses his temper, unlike me. That's why I'm lucky I was the smallest.
"Dinner will be served shortly." Debra informs us sweetly.
"Thank you." I say smiling.
"Uh, dad, me and Riley are going to go wash up. Be back in a sec." James says tugging on my arm. I get up and follow him upstairs.
So the next thing I know I'm in James's green bedroom. We lay on his bed cuddling and talking.
"This is going well." James says.
"Yeah, I really like your family." I reply "You're my favorite though."
He chuckles. "Thanks, but I have way too many sisters."
"I guess, but I really like Grace. She reminds me of myself." And he kisses my cheek.
Suddenly we hear a knock on the door.
"Jamey, Wiley, dinnew's weady." We hear Brittany say.
James' pov
We're eating dinner and making small talk. So far, everything's going great. My parents seem to love Riley, even more than they like me.
"That was delicious!" Riley tells mom "and to thank you, I'll make dessert."
My mom tried to stop her but Riley insisted. God she's so kind.
"I'll help." I say and my mother looks astonished.
"Only three days of dating and you're already affecting him." My mom says to Riley. Riley giggles.
"Ok so we're making Apple pie." Riley tells me once we're in the kitchen. "I'll look up a good recipe and you get the plates and stuff."
God she's hot. I just adored every part of her. "You're so hot when you're bossy, babe." She wacks my arm.
Rileys pov
I'm sitting on the counter in James's kitchen stirring batter.
"James, keep mixing this while I pre-heat the oven." I say handing him the bowl and whisk. He nods. But as I'm fiddling with the oven I feel something sliding down my back. Its batter! James smirks, it's so on! I throw a handful of batter on his face. He dumps the whole bowl on my head.
"Eeeeeeek!" I scream. James just laughs. I go over to the fridge grab 3 eggs and throw them on his shirt. He takes it off. I've never seen his abs before. He had a ripped six pack.
"My eyes are up here Ri." He says. But I couldn't stop staring. " Like what you see?" And he pulls me into a hug. I soon turn that into a kiss.
"Jamey, why awe you twying to eat Wiley?" Brittany asks innocently, coming in and gasping. "And whewe is the apple pie?"
I pull away laughing. I don't think we will be having any dessert tonight.
