I've sprawled myself out on Christian's floor, and around me is all the homework I have yet to complete. I chew on the end of my pencil as I stare at a math problem, and when I finally figure out the answer, I happily write it out. Christian is laying on his bed above me, also doing homework for his literature class.

He said he's parents usually get home from the restaurant around five-thirty, and it's going on five. I can feel my stomach growling, but thankfully it hasn't been loud enough to hear. But the harder I force myself not to think about food the more hungry I become, and before I know it my stomach lets out a loud growl.

I immediately feel my face begin to heat up as I hear the springs from Christian's bed whine as he shifts his weight. Then his face appears over the edge of the bed, and he asks, "Did your stomach just growl?"

I bite my lip and mumble, "N-No."

Christian purses his lips at my obvious lie, before then getting up from the bed as he says, "Come on, let's get you something to eat."

I blush as he pulls me to my feet and leads me from his room, and down the stairs into the kitchen. "Christian, I can wait, really," I say as he begins to open the cabinets, and then the fridge in search of food.

Christian shakes his head and replies, "It'll be at least another hour before you eat something, Baeu. So can you please stop saying your fine, and let me find you some food?"

I feel my cheeks heat up as I bite my bottom lip and mumble, "Okay...."

"Thank you," Christian mutters as he pulls out a loaf of bread. "How does a sandwich sound?"

My cheeks turn scarlet once again as I mumble, "Sounds perfect."

Christian smiles as he begins to gather all the necessary ingredients to make a sandwich, and I just quietly watch from over his shoulder. He puts mustard on it and slaps on a nice piece of lettuce, then asks if I prefer turkey over ham. I reply turkey, and he nods before adding the meat, followed by a slice of white cheese. When he's done, he passes it to me and softly says, "Enjoy."

I smile and mutter, "Thank you," before I take a bite. Christian watches as I eat, and I quickly grow self-conscious and feel my cheeks begin to heat up. I cover my mouth and swallow before I quietly ask, "Why are you watching me?"

"Because I can't look away . . ." Christian softly replies, and then his cheeks also turn a faint red, as if he just realized what he'd said.

I purse my lips to hide my smile, and offer him a bite of the sandwich. He meets my gaze for a moment, and then he takes a bite and it's my turn to watch him. I bite my bottom lip as I study him; his cheeks are adorably chubby when he eats, and then he swallows and my eyes get caught on his throat when he swallows. He catches me watching him too, but I'm too caught up in my analysis of him to realize what he's doing until it's already happened.

I gasp and cry out in disgust after he smears a glob of mustard on my cheek, and scrunching my nose up at the smell I furiously wipe it away with a napkin. "Christian that was so gross!" I cry after I think I've gotten it all.

Then Christian touches my cheek, and gently mutters, "You forgot a spot, right . . . here."

"Hey! Stop it!" I cry as he does it again. I roughly rub my cheek again and huff at him, he just laughs as I narrow my eyes.

"Now that side of your face is all red," Christian teases with a laugh.

I huff again and throw the crumbled napkin at him as I yell, "Yeah, because of you!"

Christian just sticks his tongue out and laughs before running from the room; I gasp, and then I quickly chase after him. He runs from the kitchen and disappears around the corner into the living room, I follow a moment after him, and when I walk into the living room he's disappeared.

"What the heck! Where did you go?" I demand. I bite my bottom lip as I slowly inch forward, peeking around the furniture before I take another step. "Christian?" I singsong. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" And then I feel his arms wrap around me from behind, and I gasp as I playfully scream and laugh for him to let me go.

He laughs too and nuzzles my neck as he quietly says, "Come on, you know it was funny . . ."

I just roll my eyes and peek over my shoulder at him as I reply, "Yeah, to you, I thought it was gross."

Christian just laughs and chastely kisses me behind my ear before letting me go as he teasingly replies in a exasperated voice, "Fine, it was gross."

I roll my eyes as he just grins, and then I take his hand in mine as I lead him back to the kitchen. I finish eating my sandwich, while at the same time I cover my hand over Christian's eyes. He thinks I'm being hilarious, and I just think he's a pain. When I'm done eating, we go back upstairs to his room to finish our homework, and mere minutes after we do, Christian's parent's car pulls into the driveway.

He glances down at me from the bed and asks, "You ready?"

I muster up a smile and breath, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

Christian smiles and gets off his bed, and grabs my hand as he says, "Don't worry, they liked you as my friend, so they'll surely love you as my boyfriend."

I inhale a deep breath before quietly muttering, "I hope you're right . . ." And then hand in hand, we descend the stairs to the kitchen, just as his parents step inside from the garage.

I stay behind Christian, too nervous despite the fact I've already meet them. And sensing my emotions, Christian reaches behind his back and gently takes my hand into his as he says, "Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad."

His mother sets down her purse on the kitchen island, and glances up at her son with a smile. "Hi, sweetheart," she says, and then her eyes flicker to me, and she blinks in surprise when she notices me standing just behind Christian's shoulder. "Oh, Beau, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

I smile shyly and mumble, "Hi, Mrs. Philips."

"Hello, Beau, are you going to be staying for dinner? Christian's mother and I are going to make homemade ravioli," Mr. Philips says as he begins to pull out a pot and add water to it.

I bite my lip, and I'm not sure how to respond, but thankfully Christian beats me to it and says, "That was the plan, and also, Beau and I are . . . we've started dating."

Mrs. Philips mouth opens in silent surprise, and Mr. Philips does a better job at masking his surprise as he asks, "When did this happen?"

"Ahh, yesterday night . . ." Christian replies.

Mrs. Philips's surprise has worn off, and she smiles as she steps forward and says, "I'm happy for you sweetheart, and Beau" —- she glances at me with a kind smile —- "welcome to the family."

"I—- Th-Thank you," I say sincerely.

I'm don't know what else to say to Christian's mother's kind words, and I just find myself shyly hiding my face in the back of Christian's shoulder. Christian squeezes my hand and says, "Beau and I are going to go back to my room to finish our homework."

"Okay, honey," Mrs. Philips replies distractedly, as she gathers together the things she needs to make the pasta. Then Christian is spinning around on his heel, and leading me back upstairs.

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