right person, wrong time.

ooh la la

Chapter Seven

"Okay. Think Jo, think," I said to myself aloud, pacing around my room for the millionth time today.

There has to be an obvious explanation as to why Teddy and I kept getting into these... situations. And yes, nothing has happened or will happen for that matter but still...

There must be a reason.

No I'm probably overthinking it, as usual. You know how you get Jo.

"God you're so stupid," I said, smacking my forehead.

There was a shuffle outside my bedroom door before- "Um everything alright in there?" I heard a gentle knock on the door.

Amy. Crap.

"Uh yes everything is all good," I chuckled, my tone slightly higher than usual. I coughed, "Just thinking out loud is all."

"Want some company?" She offered.

Of course she would offer that. Here I am feeling guilty for harbouring these feelings for her husband and she's being a good sister wanting to hang it with me.

Oh God that's disgusting. Her husband. But then again it's Teddy? Oh God who am I kidding. This is wrong.

"I'm sick! Sick I tell ya!"

"Huh? What was that?" I heard her ask.

Oh shit I said that out loud.
Ugh.
Might as well let her in now.

I slowly made my way to my bedroom door, holding in a breath as I opened it. "Hey sis, what's up," I smiled at my baby sister, giving her the biggest smile I could muster up.

"I'm good," she eyed me cautiously, making her way into my bedroom. "Now tell me," she said, sitting on my bed and patting to the space beside her, "What's going on in that fascinating brain of yours?"

I sat besides her sighing, "Oh you know the usual, boy trouble," I admitted, lamely shrugging.

Her jaw dropped.

"I'M SORRY WHAT!" She squealed, slapping my shoulder. Jeez I forgot how hard she could hit.

"Ouch!" I recoiled back.

"No way did I just hear my sister, Josephine March say she had 'boy trouble'?! I thought you hated boys," she gaped at me.

"Hey!" I placed my fingers under her chin, closing her mouth shut, my eyes narrowing at her disbelief. "Trust me if I had a choice on the matter I would, but alas here I am," I groaned, laying down on my bed covering my face with my forearm.

"Wait a minute, is it who I think it is?" She said her voice suddenly accusatory.

Oh God.

I sat up straight. "Wait no let me expl-," I began as she cut me off.

"It's that hunky french teacher isn't it? I think Laurie may have mentioned him to me. I mean I wasn't paying much attention at the time but it's all coming back to me now," she looked at me in awe like I'd recovered from some sort of long term illness.

Goodness grief.
Well at least she didn't think it was you-know-who.

"Oh yeah Professor Bhaer, Fritz. He's... he's sweet," I whispered, a smile forming at the memory of him. Agh why's this all so difficult.

"Ooh La La," Amy said dramatically, fanning her face with her hand. "He sounds very 'enchante' as the french like to say."

I sighed, knocking her shoulder. "That means 'nice to meet you' Ames," I laughed, yet somehow that made complete and utter sense. He did have that impression on me when I first met him and he was very nice to have met.