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Chapter 15

Song: Can't Stop The Feeling! - Justin Timberlake

"Ooh, it's something magical. It's in the air, it's in my blood, it's rushing on"

Delilah

Okay, so over the past week Louis has been acting different. Like walking with me to my next class and kissing my cheek before leaving. Holding my hand and talking with me non-stop. I don't mind it, no not at all. I'm just not use to it. There's a big difference. In certain situations, I will retract myself from Louis due to people staring with weird, judging looks. I don't like it. But every time I do move away, Louis always looks hurt and broken. Which I also don't like. It makes me hurt seeing him hurt. And knowing I caused it. I don't even know what we are! We haven't hung out after school the whole week. We've only talked in school and over text, occasionally FaceTime. But other than that, we haven't done anything couple-like.

I'm currently sitting in my room, trying to figure out what my homework even means. And yes, my life has come to the point where I spend my Friday nights doing god damn homework. I haven't heard of any parties or anything that sounds fun, so I stayed in. My mom went out with Joseph to see Finding Dory. I would've gone, but I have already seen it. Plus, Joseph has been telling me how he always wants a "mommy and Joey day" as he puts it. So I decided to let his wishes come true.

Will on the other hand... He's downstairs playing Pokemon with one of his buddies. When I asked what he was doing on a Gameboy, I didn't expect to hear he was playing Pokemon.

I push my homework to the end of my bed, my brain officially shutting down after two hours. I get up, looking at myself in my full length mirror. I'm wearing grey sweatpants that cuff my ankles, a white Adidas shirt slung over my slim body. I have my hair pulled into the messiest of messy buns, mentally gagging at my reflection.

I head downstairs, seeing Will and his friend now watching a movie. I recognize it as The Conjuring. I walk into the kitchen, well, force myself to walk in the kitchen. The Conjuring is one of my favorite movies. I guess all horror movies are. I just love the thrill and suspension it has. It gets my blood flowing and mind working.

I open the fridge, spotting what I want and pull it out. I pop the lid off the cool whip, grabbing a spoon and dipping it in. I shove the spoonful of fluffy white goodness in my mouth, melting at the taste.

Now, some people may think eating straight up cool whip is disgusting, but I think it's fucking great. Really hits the taste bud g-spot.

After a few more scoops, I stick it back and the fridge and open the freezer. I pull out my chocolate brownie ice cream, popping the lid off that too. I start to eat it, watching the movie from the door frame.

Will turns back, eyes widening.

"Ice cream!" He yells, him and his friend jumping up. I move the ice cream out of his reach, a pout forming on his lips.

"No. It's mine," I tell them.

"Please? I really want some," he begs. I shake my head, taking another bite.

"Go buy some. You have money," I sass back. He rolls his eyes, hitting his friends bicep with the back of his hand.

"Want to go to the grocery store?" He asks him. I don't know his name, Will never really having friends over. But he's quite cute, I admit. He has jet black hair pushed up into a quiff with bright hazel eyes.