Living with the Lockhart Boys [Completed]

Chapter Nine- Your idea of somewhere more private is a local park?

 **Picture of Theo and Cherry**

Steffan came hurtling into my room as I finished running the straighteners through my hair.

He glanced up at me, surprised. "Sorry, wrong room," he mumbled.

I chuckled. "Good to know I'm not the only one who gets lost sometimes."

He smiled goofily at me and clamboured up onto my bed.

"I never really talked to you since you came here," he mused.

"No, I guess you haven't. You wanna talk now?" I suggested, sitting next to him.

"Thought you were meeting the twins and Jake," he mumbled.

"Pfft, those idiots can wait," I insisted.

Steffan grinned up at me. "You can call me Steff, if you want."

"Cool, I think I will. I'd give you my nickname, but I don't really have one."

He bit his lip, clearly thinking. "I'm gonna call you Jessica."
I nodded my head, like I had a clue where he got that from. "Sounds good."

"Do you like sports, Jessica?"

"I like running. What about you?"
"I like my bike. That's fun."

"Well maybe one day you could ride your bike with me while I run, how's that?" I suggested.

The door flew open and Jake stared at me.

"We're waiting for you," he muttered.

"Jessica called you an idiot," Steff told him.

Traitor.

The twins appeared behind Jake.

"He is an idiot," they said together.

"Jessica called you two idiots too!"

"Hey!" They protested.

"Wait, who's Jessica?" Theo asked.

Steff rolled his eyes.

"Me, apparently," I explained.

He faked a gasp and strolled over to me.

The other three boys left the room, heading for the car.

"You think I'm an idiot?" Theo teased, kicking the door shut.

I gulped. "N-no."

"See, Steff's not the type to make things up," he growled playfully, jumping on me.

"Get off!" I muttered.

His hand found their way to my stomach and started slowly tickling me. I giggled.

"Cut it out!"

"Say sorry first."

"Nuhuh."

He tickle me harder.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" I gasped.

He grinned and pulled his hands away, resting them either side of my head.

“We should really go catch up with the others,” I mumbled.

He shook his head. “They’re gone.”

“What? Why?”

“They thought we might want to, erm, spend some time, you know, alone. It was Sam’s idea,” he mumbled.

I caught his chin and tilted up so he was looking at me.

“What’s wrong?”

He sighed, and he looked almost frustrated with himself.