Control

Thirteen

Me and Justin got home, carrying two bags. We walked to my house, and I still had his jacket when we entered my house.

We were both smiling, for the same reason. We'd been... we'll call it flirting the whole time at the mall. It made us both giddy. Neither of us made a move, in fear of everything turning awkward.

"So, wanna watch a movie before you go home?" I asked. He smiled, and nods. I tossed him the remote. "Find something on Netflix. I'm gonna make popcorn. Don't judge me for eating the whole bag before I get back."

"Only if you don't judge me for eating it all if you bring it back." I smirked, and walked into the kitchen. I tossed a bag into the microwave, and put it in for a minute and forty seconds.

I swung into the living room to see what he was looking for. He looked at a few movies before yelling,

"Hey! How's Scream sound?" I walked up behind him quietly.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" I whispered. He jumped, and turned around. He laughed.

"Nice reference," he smirked, and pressed play. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed the popcorn.

I dumped it into a bowl, and walked out. After settling onto the couch next to him, I placed the bowl between us. He instantly grabbed a small handful, and ate a few pieces. I laughed, and took some.

A few minutes before the movie ended, I was on the edge of the couch, stuffing the last of the popcorn in my mouth.

"Turn around!" I yelled. He smirked at my reaction, and ate a few more pieces. "He's faking it. Don't trust him. Screw Billy. Not literally. Because you already did. But you know what I mean!" I slurred out.

"Hey. Question."

"Yes?" I asked, barely listening as my focus stayed on the TV, and the dumb idiot on it.

"You dating anyone?"

"I'm a single pringle. Not a big surprise," I chuckled. "I used to be dating a kid named Chad. He broke it off for a dumb blonde who broke up with him two weeks later."

"Wow. That's unbelievable."

"Yeah, she's a twit."

"No, that he would dump someone like you." My cheeks tinted pink, and I avoided his gaze. I could tell he was smiling. "So, you like anyone?"

"Yeah. Do you?"

"Its odd, but yeah. Does your best friend who you could never part with get to know who?"

"Nope."

"And why not?"

"Because then he'd know."

"And would that be because I'd tell him?" He challenged. I smirked.

"Sure. Do I get to know who you like?" I asked, turning to him.

"Well, I'll tell you about her. She's pretty, energetic, funny, good with computers, and likes Five Nights at Freddys."

"She sounds oddly familiar," I say. "Just can't place my finger on who'd it be though. Might hafta tell me her name."

"Nah. You can tell me your crushes name though."

"Nope."

"Yeap." We both looked at each other, and laughed. "We're hysterical," he says, catching his breath. We both looked at each other smiling. I bit my lip, and he smirked. "You gonna tell me now that I've basically flat out said it was you?" He asks. My cheeks flushed darker, and I looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes.

"It's pretty obvious," I said, which gave him a bigger smile.

"Aye. I guess not. Guess I better leave, and you can start your shrine of this unknown human."

"Justin!" I gasped, slapping his shoulder playfully. I could see the credits rolling on screen. He smirked.

"Hey question."

"Yeah?"

"What would you do if I kissed you?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped.

"I would u-uh.." I trailed off, unsure what to say to his question. I was thrown off by it, and felt my heart do a front flip, diving right into my stomach. He smiled as I felt that pink sting on my cheeks that I felt already too much tonight.

He leaned in, and I met him halfway. Our lips connected, and my hands went to his shoulders. His hands went to my waist.

The kiss wasn't a sloppy one either. And I could tell easily why Sammi would miss him.