There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

-The Truth About Forever, Sarah Dessen.

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'That went a lot better than I expected.' Gavin commented after Tom and Leo finally left the house.

'For once I agree with you. The end of the world must be close.'

'Haha.'

'You never know.'

'Do you think Kelsey will be okay?' He frowned.

'She's a strong girl. She'll be fine.'

'Good.'

'You still need to talk to her though. Make sure she's digesting everything okay. But I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a Connor after all. And she has Pinkerton blood in her system.'

'Pinkerton?'

'Yeah. That was Marge's last name. And your mother's too.'

'I'm so glad she married my father.' He shuddered. 'Pinkerton. Ugh.'

'It was actually a very popular name in the 1800s.'

'That was two hundred years ago. Now it brings the word, vomit to mind.'

I chuckled. 'I guess it's a little outdated now but it's still better some twenty first century names.'

'Ha! Name one.' He scoffed.

'Hornblower. That's a person's actual last name. Jellybean.'

'Okay so those aren't the best names.'

'Oh I'm not done yet. I haven't even gotten started on people who name kids after climatic conditions. Like Rain. Sunny. Summer. Winter. Oh and Rush is a person's last name. And let's not forget those who name themselves after a colour. Black. White. Grey. Violet. Indigo. And those who name themselves after birds.'

'Okay. Okay. I get it.'

'Hmm.' I smirked.

'I'm gonna go talk to Kelsey.' He announced before marching out of the room.

'See ya.' I plopped in front of the TV. Some show called The Flash was on. Sounds stupid.

Fifteen minutes later.

'So I talked to Kelsey. She seems fine. Okay maybe not fine fine but she definitely seemed less spooked.' Gavin sauntered into the room and sank into the chair, next to me.

'Shhh! I'm watching a movie.' I snapped without looking away from the TV screen. I leaned forward.

'You're really into this movie. What's it called?'

'The Flash. It amazing. You've got to watch it.'

'Someone's becoming a fangirl.'

'I think I crossed that line five minutes into the movie.' I replied, still not tearing my eyes away from the screen.

'I am both surprised you know what a fangirl is and that you're this into a movie.'

'Have you watched this movie? It's awesome. I'll admit, at first I thought it was going to be stupid because who names a movie The Flash. And then, the main character Barry Allen. I didn't think he was cute or anything. He just seemed very average and completely uninteresting but wow, this movie is great. And very funny. I love Cisco.'

'Cis. . . co?' Gavin asked, perplexed.

'Yeah. He's a genius. He makes the techy things they use to fight metahumans. He's mechanical engineering expert but he's fun and hilarious.'

'Yeah well, good luck with that.' He rolled his eyes as if to say, girls!

'Shhh! You're distracting me.' I waved him off.

Five seconds later, the end credits rolled onto the screen.

'That's it? That can't be it! I need more.'

'I need more!' I cried dramatically.

'Are you done being a drama queen?' He raised an eyebrow.

'No. Hang on a sec.' I held up one finger.

'I need more! Greg Berlanti?' I read the producers name of the end credits. 'What sort of name is that? Oh who cares. I need more Greg. More!'

'Okay, now I'm done.' I smiled innocently and folded my arms in my lap.

'You're crazy, you know that?'

'I'm not. I'm just ten different shades of weird, thirteen shades of unique, three shades of insanely awesome and a helping of genius mixed into one person.'

'Crazy.' He reinstated. 'Very crazy.'

'God, I want to watch more of that movie.' I sighed wistfully.

'I guess it's time for you to be introduced to the world of Netflix.'

'Net what?'

'Netflix.' He replied.

'What's that?' I frowned.

'It's this thing on the internet.'

'The what?' I asked, with confused frown.

'The internet.' He repeated. I shook my head to show that I had no idea what he was talking about.

'Oh. You don't know what the internet is. Well it's this thing where people can... Uh... Do things on it. People can do things on it. Lots of things. Uh... Research. Download movies. Stream movies. Shop.' He scratched the back of his neck, struggling to explain the internet to me.

I burst into laughter. 'I know what the internet is, Gavin. I was just messing with you.'

***

'So,' He began. We were standing outside. On his porch. He rested his forearms on the porch railing and leaned forward. I stood propped against the pillar. We were staring at the beautiful night sky. Well, I was. Gavin was just being a nuisance.

'So.' I echoed.

'It's nighttime. The stars are out. Want to continue that story?'

'Not particularly. No. Besides I already told you one story today. Don't be greedy Gavin.'

'What does being greedy have to do with any of this? I've been helping you for almost three weeks now. I deserve to know what's going on.'

'Yeah, the prim strict middle school teacher tone isn't going to work on me.'

'You're a piece of work.' He grumbled.

***

I was in Gavin's room, lying on his bed and watching my new all time favourite movie. It was the night after he told Kelsey and his friends about... Well, me.

Gavin crossed the room. I looked up from the laptop where I was watching The Flash on Netflix. He took a shirt out of his closet and pulled it on. I returned my attention back to the movie.

Five seconds later, he walked across the room again. I glanced at him. Again. He opened a drawer and fiddled with God knows what before slamming it shut again. I pursed my lips.

He went back to the opposite side of the room. He brushed his hair and then walked across the room again. I rolled my eyes.

He glanced at the mirror before walking across the room. Again.

'Gavin!' I snapped.

'What?' He asked offhandedly.

'This is me noticing that you're pacing round the room in a very annoying and completely infuriating manner. I'm annoyed. Stop with the pacing.' I growled.

'Shut up and watch your movie.'

'What are you getting dressed up for anyway? You told Tom and Leo you weren't going to Katrina's party. So where the heck are you going?'

'I've got a date.' He dragged his hand over his face.

'Ahhh! Finally moving things up with Asia. Good job. No wonder you're dressed all fancy.'

'Yeah well, figured I'd look good.'

'You always look good.'

'Was that a compliment?' A slow dangerous smile spread across his face. 'From you? A compliment. Hmmm, the world really must be coming to an end.'

'Don't start.' I warned.

'So, you think I always look good, huh?'

'Gavin.'

'You know, I appreciate the compliment but doesn't that make you a cougar? A pedophile.' He smirked. My glare intensified.

'Gavin, I swear to God...'

'I always felt uncomfortable around you. Now I know why. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Hitting on a young naïve guy like me? You're two hundred years old. Have some shame.' He jibed.

'I will kill you. Using a cat-o'-nine-tails. Slowly and painfully.'

'A two hundred year old cougar. Who'd would've thought?' He continued, completely unperturbed by my threat.

'Don't you have a date to get to?' I growled.

'Bye pedophile.' He smirked, all too pleased with himself.

A brilliant idea to ruin his night popped into my head. I smiled deviously.

Go on your date, Gavin. Go on your date. Let's hope you don't get any surprises.

Weather Report: Cloudy with a chance of me.

I chuckled.