Emma Lancaster is nothing like the popular girls. She hates attention and is a very simple girl. She is a curious person but at the same time she has a 'i-dont-give-a-fuck' attitude. She moves across the world in order to pursue her dreams and stay...
"Is this your room?" I blurt out as I look around. The room has no photos or posters or anything that makes the room like a guys room.
"I know, it's very plain. I wasn't allowed to put anything up" he says and lies down on the bed.
"That's weird" I say and take a seat on his bed.
"Whatever. I'll get dressed you can go down or stay here" he says and goes inside his closet.
"Can I help pick out your outfit?" I ask him. He peeks his head out and raises an eyebrow at me. I just shrug my shoulders.
"Alright, come on in" he says and I walk in. His closet is huge, like bigger then my room. I look through his clothes and he just stands there looking at me. I grab a black pair of jeans and a white knit full sleeve sweater. It will look good on him.
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His outfit, but just black jeans instead of blue
"Here" I say and give him his clothes.
"Not bad" he says and walks inside the bathroom to freshen up. I look around his room and see the desk with an open laptop. I open the drawer and there are photos in there. They look like his photos from his childhood and quite a few with his sister. He has such a huge cute smile on his face in almost each picture. There are no pictures with his parents. I hear the shower switch off so I put the pictures back in and take a seat on the bed with my phone out.
He is drying his hair out when he comes. He is wearing his jeans but his upper body is a sight to see. He walks over to his mirror and combs his hair. My eyes trail down and land on his butt. His butt looks firm and delicious in those jeans. I hear a cough and I look up at him.
He catches me staring at his butt. He pulls his shirt over his head and I feel much better.
"Lets go" he says and keeps his hand out. I place my hand in his hand and we go down again. Jeremy goes and sits outside, I decide to go in the kitchen. His mom is in the kitchen so I decide to help her.
"Do you need help with anything?" I ask her politely. She looks up at me and I notice her judging me.
"I don't know what your intentions with my son are, but you can never be what he wants. What do you want, money?" She asks me and i feel so humiliated right now. Does she think I am some kind of prostitute?
"Mom! What the hell?" I hear Jeremy's voice. He shouts at her.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" His mom says in an unapologetic tone.
