Dexter

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"So you're the boy that's captured my girl's heart?" my dad asks sternly.

"Yes sir." Bertie nods.

"What are your intentions?" He replies.

"Dad!" I gasp, blushing.

"We're both only fifteen so I just want to make her the happiest girl alive," Bertie tells him, squeezing my hand.

"If you hurt her, you do understand you'll have me to answer to." dad says, softening slightly.

"Of course," Bertie nods, "but I'm sure that's not necessary, I'll never hurt her."

"You're a good lad Bertie and you make Jenna happy," dad nods standing up, "I approve."

"Thank you Mr Ray," Bertie grins, standing up also.

"That's alright," dad says, "and call me Jerry."

"That's not your name though," I point out, confused.

"Doesn't mean I can't get called that," he laughs.

"Yeah, it sort of does," I laugh with him, "his name's Andy and my mum is called Taylor."

"Now I know where Jenna gets her weird sense of humour from," Bertie says, watching us in amusement.

"Yeah alright, let's go," I mutter, pulling him upstairs.

"Keep the door open!" dad shouts but I know he's joking.

Bertie sits on my bed and looks around my room. I have posters of All Time Low around my room, the only band I like enough to buy posters of and would probably cry over if I ever met them. I have fairy lights hanging down my walls like a tumblr room because I'm just so swaggy, and I have pictures of me and my friends all over one of the walls. It's almost full actually, and it's full of memories.

"Am I on your wall?" He asks, walking over to it.

"Not yet," I tell him and grab my Polaroid from my drawers. I walk over to him and kiss him, his eyes flutter close as he welcomes the kiss and I snap a picture as we lean into each other. I pull away, leaving him pouting as I shake the Polaroid picture, letting it dry. I grab some blue tack and stick it on the wall, swapping it with one of many pictures of myself and Bethan so it's in the middle.

"Now that's cute," he nods, "I want one."

"A picture?" I frown.

"Kiss." he pouts and I grin.

"Do you now?" I tease.

"From my beautiful girlfriend," he smirks.

"Well I don't know if she wants to give one to her handsome boyfriend."

"I think she does, he's irresistible."

"I don't know, she has standards."

"Ouch."

"Aw did that hurt?"

"Yeah it did."

"Shall I kiss it better? Where does it hurt?"

"Yeah right here," he gestures to his lips.

"You're such an idiot."

"That's why you love me."

I lean towards him and give him a quick peck. I laugh at his pout and turn on my computer. It's been three days since our second date and the new Internet network is super fast. Where it would normally have taken eighty minutes to upload a five minute video, it now only takes twenty.

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