Oh. My. God.

Jason kissed me! And not by accident either, he definitely knew what he was doing.

I couldn't believe it, just when I was contemplating giving up on him, he went and did that! I truly thought I'd ruined everything with my stupid cuddle stunt but apparently that had actually helped. I woke up on his bed, meaning that he'd put me there somehow and I was fully expecting him to go absolutely nuts at me when I finally left his room. Instead, I found him singing Enrique and making me breakfast. If I thought that I was in Oz at his party, then what the hell was I going to call this? Wonderland? Did this mean that Lily was right all along? Why didn't he take things any further?

There were so many questions that I didn't have any answers to. I leant all my weight onto my front door and sunk to the ground as I tried to process everything, wondering what Jason was doing now that we were separated.

Not knowing what else to do, I texted in the group chat that I have with Lil and Mace to tell them what had happened then I went for a shower. I returned to find that I had twenty-four messages in the conversation. One was from Mason, telling me that it wasn't going to end well and that he still thought that Jason was a creep. The other twenty-three were from Lily, showing her enthusiasm, telling me she told me so, asking what it felt like and about a thousand emoji's. I didn't expect anything less.

Unsure what to do with myself, I stowed the cake that Jason had made in the fridge and began tidying up around the apartment. There wasn't really any mess but I needed to do something productive instead of jumping for joy and squealing with glee every five minutes. I even tried getting some of my history assignment done but the only momentous historical event I could think of was Jason and I sharing our first kiss. I somehow didn't think Miss Peterson would like me to do my essay on that.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed and I was sitting flicking through the TV channels like a mindless zombie. I had absolutely no intention of choosing anything to watch because Jason was still taking up all of my attention span. After cycling through every channel three times, I decided to go back to his apartment. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I got there but I had to do something. At least ask him why he kissed me. Did he do it just because he could tell that I wanted him to? There was only one way for me to find out.

I arrived at his door and gave it the hardest knock my nervous hands could muster. I waited and waited but there was no answer. I tried a few more times and even called his name, hoping he'd hear me but he never came. Another quick Facebook stalk soon told me why. I was getting a bit too good at that.

His brother had tagged him in a post saying that the two of them were out golfing together.

I couldn't believe that Jason like golf. He really didn't strike me as the type. I guess it's true what they say, nobody's perfect. Cliché number three.

Figuring that Mason wouldn't want to hear anymore, I called Lily and told her everything.

"Oh my god that's so hot" She gasped.

"I know, right? I'm still pretty flustered!" I laughed.

"Are you seeing him again tonight?"

"I'd like to but Anna is coming over for a sleepover. I think it'd be a bit of a mood killer" I sighed, but was still glad that my sister was coming to visit.

"Do you realise what this means?" Lily asked. There was a lot that I could think that this meant but I let her continue. "We now have a connection to a different age group. Do you have any idea how good that looks for social media?"

"Thankfully I don't"

"When can I meet him? I need to give him the talk about treating you like a princess"

"I don't think that's going to happen" I sighed. I really worry about her sometimes.

I eventually got off the phone with Lily, only for it to ring again almost immediately.

"Lily, I told you that isn't going to happen!" I yelled as I answered.

"Louise? It's dad" Said the voice on the other end. "Is everything ok?"

"Shit, sorry dad!"

"Watch your language. If this was your mom she would kill you"

"Sorry. What's up?" I asked in annoyance. It was bad enough that they'd left me by myself but now they were interrupting my private weekend too.

"I'm just checking in to see that everything's going ok. There hasn't been any problems has there?"

"No everything's fine. Which isn't really a surprise because I've only had three parties so far" I said sarcastically.

"Hey, don't even joke about that!" He laughed.

"How's Brandon doing?"

"He's going ok. He's into the next round but he's got to play some kid from Detroit" I could hear the distaste in his voice. Brandon and dad went to a training camp in Detroit once and they've hated the city with a passion ever since and no one knows why. They've never explained why and mom, Anna and I are all too scared to ask about it. "How's the weather?" He asked, as if we had nothing else to say.

"The usual. It was sunny, and then it rained; now it's sunny again"

"Well it's been nonstop glorious sunshine here!" Dad said excitedly. I really didn't need him to rub it in but I thought better of snapping at him. It didn't really work in my favour last time.

"That's great dad, really" I said instead. The conversation was becoming so tedious that I began fiddling round with the iPod that we keep in the living room for whenever we're entertaining guests. This is hardly ever, by the way. I wanted to find something that reminded me of Jason but unfortunately my parents weren't big Justin Bieber or Enrique Iglesias fans so my dad's favourites would have to do. Thoughts of Jason singing his heart out and sweating in my kitchen came flooding back.

"Are you sure that everything is alright?" He asked, now sounding concerned. "You seem a little different. And is that INXS?" Despite his obvious worry, I could tell that he was impressed.

I thought of my morning with Jason again before telling him "Yes, it is, and you know what? Everything is actually pretty good"

"Why are you so happy?"

"I'm not" Although my wide smile said otherwise. I was glad that my dad couldn't see me right now.

"Well you really seem it" He said warily down the phone, as I heard a knocking from the front door of my current location. For a split second I wondered if Jason was here to finish what we'd started earlier, but then I realised that it was probably just Anna.

"Look dad, I promise that everything's fine but I've really got to go ok. I love you! Bye!" I briefly heard him trying to continue our conversation but I cut him off as I welcomed my big sister into the apartment.

Anna was the only one of me and my siblings to inherit my dad's dark hair. She often wore it in pig tails unless she was at work because apparently that wasn't very professional. They were on show now that office hours were over. She did share my blue eyes and my snout nose though, and despite being seven years younger than her, I was almost taller than her. We were a short family.

"Hey!" I cheerfully greeted her.

"Hey!" She returned the favour before stopping in her tracks. "Did you put this on?" She asked, meaning the music. I confirmed that I had because I wanted to "try something new". "Thank god! For a minute I thought that dad was home! And drunk!"

"No such luck" I feigned sadness. Aside from becoming obsessed with music, my dad is a hilarious drunk.

"Who was on the phone?" She then asked.

"Just dad, ironically"

"Bragging about the weather?"

"Pretty much"

"Yeah, I got that phone call from mom this morning. They're not exactly subtle are they?" Anna laughed.

"Not even slightly. Anyway, it's good to see you!" I hugged her tightly. Dad must've been right because I was in an incredible mood today!

"It's good to see you too, sis" Anna smiled as she released her end of the hug and lifted up a rather large handbag that she'd been carrying. "And I brought some essential supplies for our sister time!"

"Do tell!" I enthused.

"First, DVD options. Dirty Dancing. The Fault in Our Stars. Frozen. And for some reason, Clark has managed to sneak Hellboy in there. I'll need to have a word with him" She sighed.

"I think that would actually be my preferred option" I teased, but Anna didn't look impressed at all so I promised that "I'm not saying another word. What else you got in that bag of yours?"

"A Papa John's menu!" She cried excitedly.

"The blasphemy!" I gasped, throwing my hands over my mouth. It was a little overdramatic but we always made fun of how healthy our house always was. A pizza menu was surely the first sign that the apocalypse was nigh. "Oh, and if that somehow doesn't fill us up, I have some dessert all sorted" I beamed.

"I'm all ears!"

I dragged Anna to the kitchen and showed her the leftover apple cake.

"Did you make that?" She asked in surprise. I've never been known to make anything, so the fact that it didn't look too exciting probably added to that illusion.

"No, Jason did. He gave me the leftovers since I'm such a lonely damsel in distress" I couldn't help joking, or talking about him. I could easily have lied about it and said that I'd bought it but for once I was really happy to talk about my neighbour with someone in my family.

"Who's Jason?" Anna asked, her voice full of intrigue.

"He lives across the hall" I told her with a smile.

"Oh" She replied, clearly disappointed. "For a second I thought he was the boy you had a crush on"

"What? How crazy would that be? Like I'd tell you" I smirked with satisfaction.

Part of me wanted to just shout it out to the heavens, what had happened earlier but I figured it was best not to at this stage, particularly when I still knew very little about Jason's motives. I thought that if Jason and I kissed then everything in life would make sense but if anything, it'd actually left more questions than answers. I was sure that all would soon be revealed though and I couldn't wait for it to happen.

"I swear I'll get it out of you by the end of the night" She warned before heading for the living room. "Now come on and help me decide what we should watch first. And no Hellboy! If Clark hears that we actually watched it then I'll end up watching more of his shit when I get home"

It was then that I realised that perhaps my life wasn't as directionless as I always thought. If a top prosecution lawyer was that easy to fool then maybe I should become a defence attorney? So I'd gotten the guy of my dreams and a potential hilarious career path, both in the same day. Not bad at all!

I hoped that Jason was having a similarly good day, and still thinking about me.