More Than a Friend

Advances

Over the weekend, I went out with Isobel to get some 'sexy lingerie for Jo' well that's what she said at least. I just needed some new clothes.

Isobel stopped and stared at something like it an infinite amount of candy that stood before her. Confused, I looked too, and there was Jo, giving the homeless money and food with a team of people. Old ladies came up to him and commented on how handsome he looked to which he'd reply with something like, "Aw, Gladis, you're too sweet. I hope your son is doing well"

Was he, nice? Did he care for people? I instantly felt guilty that he was there helping those in need whereas I was getting clothes for myself. Helping businesses thrive isn't exactly as wholesome as helping the homeless.

I ushered Isobel along. Picking out a few, more colourful items thanks to Isobel, I went home and saw Jo topless, once again.

Something had changed, instead of wanting to jump on him and straddle him to death, I wanted to get to know him. This feeling I had only experienced once but I was too shy to do anything about it.

The feeling scared me a little. What if he didn't feel the same way? Does he ever think of me? Does he like anyone else?

I was so zoned out I didn't realise that he waving frantically at me, trying to get my attention. I soon fell asleep.

I woke up to the noise of Jo blasting his music. It was good music but I like waking up organically.

"Sorry" he mouthed me.

He was putting on a shirt for once!

As my mum took me to school, I wished I was in Jo's car. I saw him driving behind us.

"Ugh! Why is he so close to me!" my mum said furiously looking in the rear-view mirror.

"Hold on tight Rose" and he slammed on her brakes, nearly making Jo slam into the back of her.

"Jesus Mum! What are you doing?!"

"These young drivers need to be taught a lesson!"

This time it was my turn to mouth 'sorry' at him outside the window.

In my creative writing lesson, my partner was a no show and my teacher announced that there was a new member of the class who had transferred from English Language to English Literature.

Just like out of a story, Jo appeared at the door. Time stood still, a wind machine blew his hair in slow motion and a ray of light came out behind his face.

Unfortunately, that was my imagination. However, as soon as he had introduced himself to the class, Mr Henshaw directed him to the seat next to mine.

He gave me a subtle but not so subtle wink.

"Your mum really gave me a ride today"

Overhearing, Mr Henshaw said, "Jo please keep your sexual endeavours to yourself please"

Jo and I laughed out loud confusing him.

Later in the lesson, the teacher announced that homework would be to produce a story on any subject we liked but that we had to do it with the person next to us.