Control

Fifteen

As soon as Baby sat down, the tension started. No words were spoken. No glances. No glares. No awkward times where our eyes would meet, and we'd both quickly look down, hoping we weren't caught. None of that.

Justin could tell it was awkward. He whispered to me saying that their opinion on us didn't matter. It was comforting, and I smiled. I nodded, and tried my best to ignore the silence between all of us. It was weird, considering how much me and Justin talk a day.

"So, how did it go with Sam?" He asks.

"All I heard was 'eh'. And with Jaime being pregnant and all, she sleeps way more then normal."

"That 'eh' probably meant he had a good time, but doesn't want to admit it. His pride means a lot, I'm assuming."

"You don't know the half of it." I rolled my eyes as I spoke. Sam was so defiant. He was against anything that made him look bad. Except when it came to Jaime. He just hates her, no reason at all. Unless that changed, and I'm hoping it did.

"Heh. My little sister gets in trouble, then complains when my parents takes her stuff away."

"Awe. I didn't know you had a little sister," I say, typing down some of my document. Why would I care about stupid Connecticut when there were SO MANY other places in the world I could be looking up?

"Yeah. She's eight going on eighteen." We both laughed, and he pulled up his phone. "I love her to death though."

As he showed me the picture, I felt my heart melt. This little girl looked so precious.

"Awe. What's her name?" I asked, not looking away from the adorable kid on screen.

"Amelia," he responded. I nodded, and smiled.

"She's really cute. And adorable. And I love her. Don't have to know her to love her." He smiled, and slowly pulled the phone away.

"As much as I like you admiring my adorable sister-" he put his phone in his pocket. "- I'd rather you admire me."

"There's so much to admire," I say, letting my chin fall into my hand as I gazed at him. A small smile played on his lips, and I could see faint pink on his cheeks. I smirked, and kissed his cheek before turning to my computer.

"How am I supposed to work with someone like you next to me?" He asks, looking up at me. I blushed. I looked at him. I bet he was thinking, "wanna make me blush again?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I can't get my eyes away from you. You're just so..."

"So?"

"To be continued."

"No! You did not just meme that!" He exclaimed, his mouth dropping.

"Oh, but I did," I replied. I held my hand out, and dropped an imaginary microphone.  He gasped, and pretended to pick it up and hand it to me. I repeated what I had previously done, earning another gasp.

"Oh. Now you've done it," he snaps. He leaned over, and pushed his lips against mine. I smiled, and kissed back. He put his hand in mine, and pulled away. I couldn't stop smiling. But a constant fear ran inside of me.

What if he finds out?