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As I pulled in through the gates of Alexa's house, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Her dad would probably be there, but what worried me most of all was if Alexa would start to treat me differently.

I doubted it.

A shy maid opened the door after I had knocked on it a few times, and she blushed when she saw me.

"A-Alexa's in her room, just up the stairs to the very top and to the right." she stuttered quietly.

I nodded and entered the house. A strong wave of warmth overcame me as I took off my shoes and my coat. I looked up at the many flights of stairs and made my way up them.

There were at least 4 floors with long corridors outstretched on either side of the stairs, probably filled with hundreds of rooms.

When I finally reached the top floor, I looked towards the right. It was the first time I had ever been in her house, and the thought of getting lost in it scared me.

My feet padded against the white carpet floor softly, and as I approached the start of the corridor, I breathed deeply; there were tons of doors, and I had no idea which one was her room.

I guessed she had a sign on her door like most teenage girls have, and soon I spotted a bright sign saying: "Alexa's room" at the very end of the landing.

I knocked on it gently before opening it slightly and sneaking my head through the small crack.

Her room was probably double the size of my living room, and it even had a small flight of steps at the corner of the room, leading to who knows where. It was mostly pink, and it contained a few beanbag seats with a big couch on one end of the room and a huge tv on the other. She had a massive king bed with fairy lights decorating the header.

"Alexa?" I called.

"Who is it?!" yelled a frightened voice. I suddenly realised that there was a splashing of water sound coming from a door at the far end of the enormous room.

"It's me, Ethan." I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

"Your early!" she screeched from behind the door, "I'm having a shower!"

"Oh, sorry, I can come back in half an hour." I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck embarrassingly, and turning back to the door.

"You can't leave now that your here." she groaned, and I heard the water stop. I waited for a few moments before she stepped out from behind the door, a towel wrapped around her and her hair dripping wet.

"I don't need to be here, I can leave-"

"Just stay!" she interrupted, annoyed. "So what should we start with?" Her tone had completely changed, but it didn't seem fake to me at the time. I was just so overwhelmed by seeing her in a towel.

"Don't you want to change first?" I asked awkwardly.

"No, no it's fine." she went to her bed and sat down, patting the sheets next to her, inviting me to sit down. She was treating me differently, and for the first time, I actually liked her. She was talking to me normally, not in a disgusted voice.