How gay- I mean how may I help you?

My Mom Isn't Dead Though

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 

Jasper's hand is still in my hair when I hear my mom coming up the stairs. 

Think fast! "Lay down on the bed," I whisper scream, already flying off of Jasper and fixing my hair in the mirror.

I grab my laptop and sit on the chair to my desk. I open up the laptop and open up Netflix to some random show; which ends up being Stranger Things.

I look back over my shoulder to Jasper and he seemed to find the idea about what I meant by lying down because his eyes are closed. He seems to be relaxing his body and breathing as slowly as he can after our episode. He's lying on his stomach because... well.

"Lucas?" My mother's voice comes from outside the hall now.

"Yeah?" I yell, so she can hear me.

"May I come in?" I hear her hand on the handle.

I check myself in the mirror I have on my desk one last time and then nod. Then I remember she can't see me and call, "Yeah, of course."

Totally not suspicious at all.

She walks in and automatically looks at my bed. She lets it sink in that he's asleep and looks at me questionably. I can hear Eleven talking to Mike beside me on my laptop, "Rain makes him sleepy," I comment.

"Oh, okay."

"Yep, what's up?"

"I thought I heard- probably the show. Anyways you have a visitor," she smiles gleefully and I already know who it is.

I try my hardest to look burdened, "I'll be down in a minute." I wave her off and she closes the door.

I wait 'till she's downstairs before shutting my laptop," That was fucking close as shit." 

Jasper opens his eyes and my heart jumps. He offers me a grin, "That was fun."

"Was not," I stand over him, not noticing I'm reaching out to fix his hair.

"It absolutely was," I finally notice when he grabs my hand and puts it to his cheek.

Aaand of course I'm blushing again. He shifts into a sitting position before slowly trailing kisses up my arm. I watch him as he gets to my elbow, "You should stop before my mom just sends her up here."

"Hmm?"

"Reegan, she has a huge ass crush on me," I smirk because I hope it makes him jealous.

He stops the kisses and throws my arm back playfully, "Invite her up here so she can see me."

He gives me an I'm-perfect smile and squints his eyes. 

"Okay," I say, ready for a laugh.

"Seriously?" He's smiling in that goofy way where only half of the side of your lips are parted.

"If you really want me to." Again my hands are in his hair.

He smiles, and I know it's because of me always automatically sliding my hands through his strands of hair.

"'Kay, I'll be right back." I let go of him and head downstairs.

When I get to the last step I fix the creases in my shirt before opening the door.

"Hey Re-"

It's Trick?

Trick has his hands stuffed into the front pockets of his jeans and looks at up me through his curtain of hair. He looks wrecked and nervous, as if he's running from the cops and needs a place to hide out. He's even hopping a little as he speaks urgently to me.