"Where is your mom?" he asked as he followed Hannah up the stairs, and into her room. "She's still at work. This new job is killing her. She has these long hours, and she hardly gets much sleep," Hannah said as she opened her bedroom door. "Oh," Luis walked over, and sat on her bed. "Be careful, about your sweat alright?" Hannah said with a laugh. He laughed. "Don't worry. I wouldn't think about putting sweat on your sheets!" He said with a laugh. "Good. I'm going to go take a shower real quick. You can watch t.v. if you want, or stay up here," Hannah said as she walked over to where her private bathroom was. "You know, you're lucky to have your own bathroom," Luis said. "Yeah well, sometimes it isn't always my private bathroom, when Josh comes in here. That lil snot," Hannah said with an annoyed expression on her face. Josh was Hannah's eleven year old brother.
Luis stood up, and looked over at her cheerleading pictures. Hannah had become captain of the squad, and he knew she deserved it. She had been cheerleading since he could remember. That's what she had always wanted to be. His gaze shifted from her cheerleading pictures, to pictures of her and him, and just of her, and just of him. Some were even of her and her previous boyfriend. They had been going out for such a long time. He thought to himself, as he kept staring at that particular photo.
When he saw the photo's of them when they were young, he relized she was a cutey, even back then. He found some of her cheerleading trophies, and a track and field award, when she was in the ninth grade. She had quit track and field after that. He didn't know why, he never even thought of asking her either.
When she came out of the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her. He couldn't help but stare. "What are you looking at?" She asked kiddingly. Was she flirting with him? He wondered. Yeah right, she's your best friend, not your girlfriend. "Uh-nothing. You just surprised me. That's all," He covered. "Oh. Well, I'll be a few minutes. I just have to get dressed, do my hair and teeth. You want to shower? I still have some of your clothes over here," She said holding the clothes she had picked up, close to her. He thought about it for a moment. "Sure. Why not. Don't want to have to make two trips,"
He said finally. "Alright. I'll make it quick okay?" She said, and headed back into the bathroom.
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