Her Nerd Next Door

What Are We

"Hey Jennie." I hear from the kitchen.

I look over to see my mom standing there with two oven mitts on and looking exhausted.

"Need help?" I laugh at her distressed face.

~~~~~~~

I was sitting in my room, you know, just minding my own business reading my book when I start to hear loud knocks coming from my bed room window.

Just ignore it Jennie, in any case, it's just an idiot who is really bad at murdering people.

A few more knocks later though, I start to get really annoyed so I walk over and open the curtains to see a smirking Lisa with a big pile of pebbles in her hand.

First of all...

Where did she get pebbles from?

She signals me to open up my window and I do so.

I don't know why but suddenly I just feel so shy around her.

Her doe eyes just somehow captivate me, with her wet hair dripping down the side of her face and onto her black shirt. Clearly showing that she just came out of the shower.

Well, at least she had more than just a bath towel on.

"Hi" I say in a low whisper.

"Hey" She says back in the same tone.

Talk about really awkward.

"So... my parents wanted me to ask you if you ever wanted to come over again."

"They want me to?"

"Yeah my mom seems to really like you." She says and laughs silently as if recalling her saying that to her.

"Well atleast they don't hate my guts." I say back with a smile.

"Who could ever hate you princess."

"So.. um.. are you okay?"

She looks at me questionably.

"About well, earlier.. "

She looks like she is thinking for an answer, but I really just want to yell out that she doesn't have to.

"Nothing you need to worry about young one."

"Young one?"

"Yeah, as in you are a young one?" She says and smirks... again.

The cockiness has yet returned.

"May I remind you that I am only one year younger than you."

I try to be serious, but every time I am even around her I can't seem to stop smiling.

"Yeah that makes you a young one."

"So does that mean you are an old one?" I say and laugh. Her smirk instantly drops and it is replaced with a scowl.

"I'm not old." She says hurtfully, but I can tell that she is just joking.

This causes my smile to become even wider.

"Yes you are." I say back.

"I am only one year older than you."

"Yeah, and that makes you an old one." I say repeating what she just said to me.

She notices this and her scowl becomes bigger.

"Well said Jennie, well said."

"Thank you." I grin back.

We fall into another silence, but this was a comfortable silence.

"What are you reading?" She asks pointing to the book laying on my bed.

"A book?"

Real smooth Julie...

Real smooth.

"No shit, what book are you reading?"

"Oh, it's a book about -.. "

"Yawn" She says and covers her mouth. "Sorry your nerdness was boring me."

"I'm sorry?"

"So.. what did you think about the match.. horribly crushing on me already?"

"No"

Lie lie lie

"But I'll give it to you, how did you learn to fight like that?"

"Lets just say, I started this at a... younger age."

Suddenly, my thoughts from earlier start to consume my mind.

What does Lisa consider me?

"What's going through that little head of yours"

"Stuff"

"About?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I grin at her. She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Her beautiful... doe eyes.. AGH

When I thought things couldn't get any worse, Lisa does the unthinkable.

She takes her shirt off.

There were two things bothering me, one, how she just took it off like it was nothing while I basically feel like I'm chocking on air, and two, her six pack.

Of course she has a freakin six pack.

"Are you done checking me out?"

No not really.

I ignore her question and focus somewhere other than her six pack.

"Can you please put your shirt back on?"

"Why, is my six pack bothering you?"

Yes.

I don't reply, causing her to smirk.

"It's tough being such a sex symbol."