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Chapter 6

I don't remember falling asleep, but apparently I did. I woke up on the couch, alone. The tv was off. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace. I couldn't help the pang on pain I felt in my chest. It wasn't like him to leave. Suddenly I heard voices in the kitchen. A woman voice, clearly my mother, her soft tone. But there was another. It sounded like...

"Good evening sleeping beauty. " Jase said as I stood at the entry way to the kitchen. He was standing at the counter, sipping hot chocolate with my mother.

"Whaaaat?" I whispered, walking into the kitchen to grab a mug. The carried on their conversation about news going on in town while I poured myself a cup.

"How come you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend Carter?" My mother asked. I spat my hot chocolate. They laughed at me, and I stared in disbelief. This so wasn't happening. Jase was not standing in my kitchen having a casual conversation with my mother. She did not just call him my boyfriend. I took a seat at the bar and they talked as if I wasn't even there. Jase was a good guy. He was full of charisma. And it seemed as if my mother loved him. He was dangerously smooth. After 30 minutes or so, my mother retreated off to her bedroom. Jase turned to me and just stared as he sipped his cocoa.

"What just happened?" I asked him. He laughed.

"Your mother walked in after you fell asleep. She was kinda startled at first, but I introduced myself and here we be."

"And how did you introduce yourself?"

"Hi. I'm Jase. I'm Carter's... Friend. "

"I'm sorry she just assumed we were dating. That must've been really awkward for you." He glanced around the room, sipping the drink.

"Jase! Did you tell her we were dating?" I whispered. He shrugged and smiled. I couldn't help but laugh and blush. After drinking our cocoa and placing our mugs in the dishwasher, we retreated to my bedroom. I lit my vanilla cookie candle and played my poetry cd. We both plopped on my bed.

"So what are we really?" He asked, pulling at the blanket laying across my bed.

"I don't know. What are we?" I looked over at him. He had trouble holding my gaze.

"I mean, of course I wanna be your boyfriend, but I don't wanna spring it on you. I don't know how you feel about that or if you're even ready. If you're not, I completely understand. I mean, whatever you wanna know about me I'll tell you. Or you know, whatever." he was rambling. How cute.

I responded by kissing him, which you would expect to be awkward, but it felt just right. That seemed to answer him. He remained quiet and smiled. I rested my head on his shoulder for a whole. We listened to the cd twice before he glanced at my clock. It was 1:30.

"So I should really get going. " He laughed, and so did I. I walked him to the door, where he gave me a goodnight kiss and walked out to his car. I shut the door and slid to the floor, biting my lip. I eventually walked up to my room, trying not to wake my mother. Once I got to my room, I shut my door, squealed, danced my happy dance and climbed into bed. I learned something new. It's incredibly hard to fall asleep when you can't stop smiling.