Josilyn POV
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I pause the TV at the sound of the door beeping alert going off, signaling it being unlocked, and hearing it be pushed open. I easily inquire that it's Brianna approaching by her steps.
"Sooooo, how'd it go?" I ask immediately when Brianna passes through the living room. Though I quickly get my answer by the heaviness of her feet and her tight-lipped expression.
"Fine," she continues into the kitchen, grabs a water bottle, and then turns around and stomps up to her room.
Seconds later, I hear the front door being closed and Louis's footsteps following. He walks through the living room and instantly falls onto the couch, pinning me with his weight as he sighs loudly.
"So?"
He holds his hand up to my face, "Massage this."
"Sorry?"
"Massage my hand. It hasn't stopped cramping for the last two hours."
I chuckled and grabbed his hand, kneading it with my fingers, "So how'd it go? Did she talk any? Was he nice to her?"
"It was fine. Lots of writing. Lots of questions. There wasn't a whole lot that happened. He just tried getting to know her today, while I sat and filled out the paperwork. She said little to nothing. And yes, he was nice."
"What'd he ask her?"
"Regular things, like what her grades were, what kind of music she was into, what her friends were like, I don't know I kinda zoned out -"
I bent his fingers back and he winced, "Don't do that! You have to listen to everything they talk about, so you don't miss anything Louis!"
He whipped his hand away from me and began stretching out his fingers, "There was nothing important to listen to today. He got to know her, from the little she told, gave her some type of agreement that I wasn't allowed to see, apparently, and she's supposed to look it over tonight, and gave her a mini twix bar. The end."
"No 'the end'! Does she like him? Do you think she wants to go back? Did she look comfortable? Do you think she's scared?" I interrogated swiftly.
"Sweetie, I. Don't. Know. We're talking about Brianna here. Her mouth was straight and closed 90% of our time there. There's no way of figuring out what's ever going on in that mind of hers."
I sigh at this, disappointed, "Well did you make another appointment?"
"Next one is Monday after school at 5."
"I'll be at work, but tell me how it goes."
"Of course," he reaches for the remote, groaning when it was out of reach. Hesitantly, he got up from the couch and took the few steps to grab the remote. Before he could crush me again, I scooted over to a sitting position.
He gives me a look.
"You were crushing me," I defend as he lies his head down on my lap and begins changing the channels, "Wait a minute, I was watching that! Change it back!"
Louis throws his hands up, and starts laughing, "Then why didn't you say that when I grabbed the remote in the first place?"
"I wasn't paying attention then. I thought you were going to unpause it, I think," I snatch the remote back from him, "Now I have to go through the guide to find it again."
"Your place is lost now, we might as well watch something else."
"You wanna watch something else? Go upstairs or to the basement."
