After an hour, my clothes are scattered all over my bedroom floor as I groan in frustration.

"Juliet.  Remind yourself to buy yourself new clothes this weekend," I say huffing under my breath.

I pull out black ripped jeans at the bottom of my drawer as I remember my mom doesn't know I bought this.  She thought this made me look to slutty and made me take a walk of shame to put them back.  What she doesn't know is that I went back the next day and bought them by myself.

I put them on just because and stand infront of my mirror and I couldn't help but notice how different I look.

"New me," I whisper to myself.

"New you," I say to a new girl standing in my place in the mirror.

Why do you even care, Juliet?  This kid is bad news and you know it. 

It's just a project.  Just a project.

As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn't care about how Noah thought of me, I would just be lying.

Shoving the thought behind, I keep the pants on and slip on a plain ribbed white shirt and sigh in happiness looking at the mirror.  After multiple twists and turns I decide the outfit is a keeper.

A part of me is saying go down and ask your mom whether this outfit is acceptable but another part is telling me fuck it.

Feeling rebellious I make sure my mom is in the kitchen.  I rush to the door, slip on my white converse and scream bye so my mom could hear and before she could respond I slam the door shut.

I open up Noah's text as I get into my car. 

Realizing I am late, I quickly put it into my GPS and drive.

"Hey Noah," I say smiling.  "Hi Noah," I repeat in a slightly higher pitch. 

"Ew, gross, I sound like I want to get in his pants," I say as a shiver runs down my spine. I try to find the right way to greet him before settling for a simple hi.

"Wow, what a nice house you have," I say in an enthusiastic voice.  "What do you want to do for our project?  I was thinking Roaring 20's," I offer focusing on the empty and dark street ahead of me before drifting off into a slight daydream.

I imagine him giving me that stupid boyish smile.  I imagine him smirking at my outfit.  I imagine us laying on our stomachs on the floor together, our shoulders slightly touching and laughing.  But, then again, I imagine fantasies.

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I take deep breaths and knock on the door.  I practice my smile on the reflection of the door window making me want to internally slap myself.  I pull down my shirt's collar and push my boobs together before sighing.

I wait for Noah to open the door for a minute before knocking again.  I stand infront of the door for another minute. 

No answer.

"Of fucking course," I say, whipping out my phone from my back pocket.  I slowly walk back to my car getting ready to text Noah as I hear the door open behind me.

"Finally," I say turning around.  Instead of Noah standing there giving me that boyish smile like I imagined, Ethan was leaning on the door frame with wet hair and a towel only covering the lower half of his body.

Immediately, I quickly turn away, my cheeks becoming a light pink color and he chuckles.  "Don't worry, I'm not modeling for a porn magazine or something," he says waiting for me to turn around but I don't.  "You can come in, Noah is a bit busy upstairs."

I roll my eyes and walk in avoiding any eye contact with Ethan or his body... his body.

When you were younger, do you remember that feeling where you would go shopping and see this huge fluffy stuffed animal or pillow.  You instantly feel the urge to touch it and feel how soft it is.  The only dilemma for me is that I can't. I force my hand to casually fix my hair because if I didn't, it would land straight on his abs.

Ethan walks me to their kitchen island and I watch the muscles on his back move around.  I hesitantly take a seat on the stool as uncomfortable vibes swarm the air around us.

"So, you share this house with Noah?" I say trying to start conversation.

He leans against the kitchen door frame. 

"Not just Noah, but with James and Ricky too.  In case you didn't get a good envision of what that's like, just imagine four guys walking around the house butt naked with their dicks flopping out everyday," he says smirking.  "You like the thought don't you?"

I roll my eyes but I can't help but to smile.  "Can you put on a shirt or something?" I say looking away.  I couldn't look him in the eye when he has no shirt.  I would stare into his eyes but my eyes would always fall down to his chest and then move down to his abs.

"I can but," he starts, pretending to think about it, "I won't." I turn around to him, my eyes only seen through small slits.  His abs become more visible and if I hadn't been staring at them, I wouldn't have known that Ethan just flexed his abs. 

Suddenly we hear a bed banging against a wall from upstairs and my eyes widen.

"Is-he-Noah?" I say embarrassed not being able to form a correct sentence.

"Noah," Ethan confirms.  He picks up a broom and wacks it on the ceiling.  "At least be a bit quieter, Noah," Ethan screams. He then laughs finding this amusing.

I get off of the chair and head to the door with Ethan trying to keep up with my pace behind me.  "Thanks so much for having me," I say sarcastically.  I twirl around to face him not realizing how close he was.  I hold my breath in shock that my eyes are so close to his chest so I look up.  His nose are so close to touching mine and even though we weren't touching, I could feel his body heat radiating onto me.

Completely taken aback, I stay there with wide eyes, my heart beat picking up pace. He leans into my lips and closing my eyes, I want to let it happen.

I softly put my hands on his chest, his warmth burning my cold hands, and gently push him backwards before anything could happen.  I bite my lip and grinned, turning around and silently walking away.  He doesn't know me yet.  He just wanted to kiss me because it was in the spur of the moment and we were so close.  I don't want that to be the circumstances for any kiss of mine.

I turn around surprisingly swiftly and he gives me another stupid smirk before saying, "see you around, Juliet."

My heart flutters when he says my name, every letter rolling off his tounge smoothly.

The car drive home was silent, my cheeks still flushed with color.  When I get home, I run upstairs to my room and plop myself down, laying on my back and giggling like a crazy person.

"He knows my name," I whisper.  "He knows my name," I say a bit louder getting giddy.

Then, when I change my clothes I think about him.

When I take a shower I think about him.

When I brush my teeth I think about him.

When I go to bed I think about him.

And when I dream, I dream about him.

I dream about Ethan.

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I swear when I was writing "Ricky", my fingers kept writing "Dicky".

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