Oh Well

Chapter 3

After about an hour of talking over the fence with Joe, it began getting late.
"I probably have to get home,or my mum will think I've been murdered", I joked.
"Yeah.... Or you could come over to my house and stay the night... And meet my family.... " Joe said nervously.
Oh dear the cuteness is killing me there's no way I'm going to be able to say no this is a serious problem ah help.
"I barely know you! You could be a serial killer for all I know!" I joked. If this was a book or a movie, I would have been asked again, and then I know I would have said yes. But as it was those beautiful cheeks just coloured and the lips just mumbled something like of coarse and my heart almost imploded.

When I got home my mum was waiting for me.
"I see you liked that special someone", she said and winked.
"Ma, " I said. "Just stop". Probably blushing furiously as well.
She laughed and let me escape.

I went up to my room, changed into pyjamas and lay, staring at my ceiling. I felt very, very guilty. I thought I should have said yes but then I definitely would have tried something and Joe definitely wouldn't want to be even friends with me. My life is so hard.
Giving up on sleep I climbed up onto my windowsill, and looked out. My room was on the front of the house, looking out on the street. It was a great view, but today I wondered about how always in stories and music videos and movies, at least in love stories, my window would be facing Joe. Oh well. I got back into bed and tried to sleep.