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7. My House

Hearing no voice call back, I realised that Mum wasn't home, so I would be playing host for Julie.

I looked at her, and saw her just patiently waiting for me to let her know what to do next.

We were in the living room, and I dumped my bag next the sofa.

"Relax, Julie. It's only my home," I joked, amused by her tense form. She looked so nervous to be here.

She smiled bashfully at me, and I chuckled.

"You can place your bag wherever, I'm just going to grab my laptop from my room," I told her, and Julie just nodded at me. "Also, sit wherever you want too," I added, noticing she was still standing.

She nodded once more, and I quickly walked up to go up to my room.

The living room was just a bigger place to work, so I thought it'd be easier to plan our stuff there.

It was funny having Julie so nervous around my home. It made sense, since it was her first time here. If it were Sara, she'd just walk-in like she owned the place and would make herself at home. She didn't really need me telling her anything.

I realised that the girls often came over to my place, and so I redecorated my room so it wasn't so embarrassing anymore.

Being an old child, I was princess internally, but my room doesn't need to reflect that.

I grabbed my laptop, and quickly went back down to the living room, to see Julie sitting on the sofa, on her phone.

"You want anything to eat or drink," I asked Julie, placing the laptop down next to her.

She looked up at me and then shook her head. "No, I'm good. Thank you."

"You sure?" I asked her again, and she just nodded her head at me.

I narrowed my eyes playfully at her. "I'll just bring some water anyway. My mum would not be happy with my hospitality skills otherwise," I said, and Julie let out a chuckle at my words.

My Mum was very passionate about proper hospitality, when it comes to guests.

"Sure okay," she then said.

Being the good host I was, I went to the kitchen and brought back a tray of water, and a plate of Oreo too.

I placed it on the coffee table for the two of us.

"I got Oreos for us, but if you feel hungry or just want more let me know," I said.

My Mum would be proud of me.

"Don't worry, I'm good. I got to be home for dinner anyway," Julie smiled.

I can't tell if she's serious or just trying not to be a bother, but I'll just let it go. Don't want to go to full Mum-mode.

Julie got out her notebook from her bag, and I started up my laptop, bringing out own notebook too.

We thought it was best to get started and get the planning stuff, out of the way.

"Let's start simple," I said, and Julie looked at me, waiting for me to carry on. "We can decide on which adaptation of Shakespeare's work we could do?" I suggested.

Julie nodded at me straight away.

After, what seemed like endless debating and thinking, we finally seemed to settle on something.

"Okay, so Lion King?" I asked, just to confirm that was the final choice, because I couldn't be asked to think of others now.

My brain had reached its' limit.