The pic up top is of Lucinda's new room

It was a long day bringing her stuff back to my place.
And when we were done I left her to put her stuff away while I went to go play a video game and let her get used to her new surroundings.
But before I left the room I just told her that if she ever needed anything, I'm the other side of the wall from her, so she can just knock.
I left and just a little while later, I hear a knock on the wall and I went to go check on her.
"Yeah," I said as I came into the doorway.
"Oh uhm," she stammered as I came in, "Nothing, I was just testing something."
I nodded her off and went back to my game and saw that my friends had killed me while I was AFK. I started screaming cusses at them through the microphone on my headset.
Before I knew anything Lucinda was in the doorway just looking at me in bewilderment.
"What's AFK?" She asks.
"Away from Keyboard," I tell her, "It's a gaming term."
"Oh," she responds, with curious eyes.
"What's up," I ask as I ditch my friends and stop playing.
"I was getting bored," she said walking over to my bed and sitting on it, "so I thought I'd come bug you." She then gains a slightly devilish smile.
"Well," I say to her, "What am I supposed to do."
"I don't know," she says, "I just want you to do something."
"Why don't we play favorites," I recommend.
She asks what it is and that's when we go back and forth asking what eachothers favorite thing of a certain topic is like food and stuff.
We do this for a few hours until we finally go to sleep.

The next day

I wake to the sound of rustling next door.
I walk over seeing Lucinda still asleep, but just moving around. She must not be too comfortable.
I decided to go suprise her downstairs and made breakfast for us. A little while later, she comes down and I put a plate of pancakes at a seat and she sat down eating them.
"Wow," she said with eyes full of stars, "these are incredible."
"Really," I question her, "I didn't think I was that good."
We go back and forth like this during breakfast and a little bit into the rest of the day, where we went out and she showed me her favorite place in the park. So I guess this was our second date if the carnival was our first.
But, during our time together today, she caught me off gaurd by asking, "Why did you kiss me the other day," she said.
"I don't know," I admitted, "It just felt like I should."
She only blushed at that and we went back home, and she said I should go take a shower for some reason. I didn't argue with her, but instead I just went. I didn't feel like arguing with her.
But I spent about an hour up there afraid that if I came out too early, she'd make me go back into it for who knows how long.
After that, I went to my room and got dressed, only to be driven downstairs to the alluring smell of pizza. Wait, even better, homemade pizza. I didn't think she knew how to do that, but she's just full of suprises.
"What's all this," I ask her with a smile on my face. And she had one too, looking at me with blissful eyes.
"This is to say thank you for being so nice to me," she said.
I thanked her for this and wow, she was an incredible cook. The pizza was great.
After we were done, she went to go do the dishes and I offered to help her. She let me and before we knew it, we were somehow playing tag throughout the house. But when I was chasing her, she tripped on a chair and fell and broke a glass cup, and some shards got in her arm.
Oh wow, it was really in there.
"Okay," I say, "Come on Lucinda, I'm gonna take care of that."
"It's fine," she rejects pulling her arm away from me. I protested and pulled her to the bathroom where I pulled the glass out, sprayed antiseptic where she practically screamed bloody murder. But then I gave Berlin a bandage and I even kissed it to make it feel better.
She blushed and I asked if anything else hurt, and she pointed to her cheek where I kissed it. Then she pointed to her lips, where I just sealed our distance with a long passionate kiss. So passionate, I had no idea what I was doing.
My hands felt like they had a mind of their own. But when we started to go further into what most teenagers do at our age, she started breathing heavily.
She was freaking out, and so I backed off seeing she wasn't ready, and we shared my bed that night, both of us shirtless, but still untouched

I bet you were expecting a lemon there, well that'll be in a few chapters. Also, sorry if this is short and seems a little rushed, but I hope you enjoyed. Peace out guys.
-Brainiac9