"So," Jayce said looking around. "This is my house."

It had an open concept, and the kitchen was to my left and the living on my right, with lots of cute little decorations everywhere, and it had so much rustic white, it made my eyes hurt.

Yep, I thought, he's nervous. Well, I couldn't talk. I was probably more nervous than he was.

"Oh!" said Jayce's mom, entering the room. "This must be the girl you told me s-"

"Mom!" he interrupted, "Not now."

She smiled at Jayce, then beamed at me, as if excited Jayce had brought a girl home from detention.

I smiled slightly, despite how I anxious I was. I told my mom a lot about Jayce as well.

He motioned upstairs, like that was where he wanted to go. 

"Let's go to my room to, um, do stuff," he said walking (read: tripping) up the stairs. 

He had a normal-ish room. Punk band poster took over the walls.The were a few Keep Calm posters that had phrases like "Keep Calm because DanIsNotOnFire" or "The Cat Whiskers Come From Within" or "Don't Keep Calm. Panic! At the Disco". He had a bulky laptop sitting on a dusty desk in the corner. His bed was shoved in the corner as if sleeping didn't matter. Jayce's room was surprising messy for someone so organized at school. 

We sat down on his bed together (together!!!) and he opened up his science textbook to what I think was the homework. Something about single celled microscopic life forms. Not that I was paying attention.

"I- uh, that is, I," Jayce said stuttering more and more every word, "was wondering, um, if you, uh, would, um, like to, uh, go see the new Avengers movie on Friday, with, um, me?"

He said the last part like a question, pondering his existence. 

I panicked at the thought of going to a movie with a boy.

"Uh," I said, blankly.

"Blank space?" He asked.

"And I'll write your name," I sang, finishing the line from Taylor Swift's Blank Space.

I told him I'd ask.

"You have a phone right?" Jayce inquired. I nodded. "You could just text your mom now, so I could make plans to go see the movie with you."

I nodded again, acting like an idiot.

I texted my mom this: (H=Helena, M= Mom)

H- mom can I go to the avengers movie on fri?

M- yeah sure honey

H- you sure?

M- yeah sure honey

H- are you in a meeting?

M- yeah sure honey

H- should i text dad and ask him the same question?

M- yeah sure honey

H- can i move to london?

M- yeah sure honey

H- bye mom...

M- yeah sure honey

***Helena has logged off***

M-wait, what? sorry I was in a meeting!!

"I texted both of my parents and they both said yes," I told Jayce after texting my dad.

He smiled at me and we did the rest of the homework by looking up in the answers on google in a happy silence.