Nathan 

It's the New Year's Eve finally, my parents wanted me and my friends to spend tonight in their house again. But we preferred to stay home and do our crazy plans, instead. 

I don't think I can handle watching another boring movie with those three, so they suggested to play video games, Jessie and Rachel baked a tasty looking cake, which had Happy New Year printed on it, with a pink cream professionally. 

Basically, our night consisted of playing video games, eating lots of unhealthy food, Rachel dancing like a maniac on the kitchen table, and drinking wine. 

But I won't complain, since it's much better than staring at my parent's eyes who'll tell me: how much they love me and support me, or much they're proud of me. I don't think I can handle the guilt taking over all of my heart, and it seems to happen very often when I'm with them. 

Before we do anything tho, we had dinner. Dave was the one who volunteered to cook, and I admit he could cook very well. 

He had cooked cuisine, American lasagna, mashed potatoes (though I prefer at breakfast, Dave's ones were mouth watering), and cheese pasta.

I helped him a little with the cuisine and the lasagna, because well... Rachel was using her fake feminism to not help him out, she even quickly dragged Jessie's shirt to force her to sit down, when she wanted to get up and help Dave. 

I don't have anything against feminists, but I know Rachel is making an excuse not to work.

And she was moaning the entire time we had dinner, making me glare at her, and making Jessie and Dave to stare blankly at their own plates, pretending they don't hear my sister's embarrassing behavior.

"Mmmm... oh lord, this is so tasty" she said as she put her finger in her mouth and licked it, making my jaw clench. 

Seriously, this is so humiliating.

"Ohhh... Sweet, innocent, kind, friendly Jesus. I have never ever tasted such a delicious lasagna in my entire life" she continued as she kept digging her fork into the lasagna enthusiastically, and moaning each time she tasted a different food.

"Rach, enough." I said calmly, but I wasn't feeling relaxed or calm at all. It's not like I'll have a fight with my sister in front of Dave and Jessie though.

Anyway.

Dinner was finished, Dave brought Jessie's PlayStation 4 from my room (because I was trying to distract myself, and obviously mine is back in Florida), and they started connecting the wires, and all that. They started playing in turn, or versus each other. While I volunteered to do the dishes. 

I washed my hands first, then I washed the dishes one by one. Then the glasses, then the fry pans. After that I grabbed a piece of clothing which Jessie uses for frying the dishes, and started drying them.

I heard footsteps, indicating someone's in the kitchen. I looked up to find Jessie staring at me, then at the dish I'm holding, then shyly looking around, as if she's looking for something.

I know Jessie well enough, to know that she's acting, more like pretending, and she's not  good at at, I can see right through her, she's here to talk me but too shy to say anything. 

I suppress the smile which was about to show on my face, and decided to help her with whatever she's wanting.

"Do you need anything?" I say after I clear my throat. 

"Umm... I was actually feeling thirsty, but there's no clean glass" Jessie replies, a tint of a blush on her cheeks.

Okay first of all; there are many clean glasses in the kitchen, I'm not talking about the dirty ones, there are many clean ones right beside her. Second of all; the reason why she's here could be anything except being thirsty.

I hand her the glass I just dried, she takes it from me, fills it with water and drinks all of it in a gulp.

Okay. Maybe she was thirsty after all.

"You want help?" She asks as she stares at all of the clean but wet dishes beside me.

I open my mouth to say; no, thanks. But she's already beside me, with a towel in her hand, drying the dishes with me.

We dry the dishes in silence for a while, I can feel Jessie's eyes on me now and then. But I pretend I'm not aware, I don't want her to feel ashamed or anything like that. 

"Umm.." Jessie clears her throat, breaking the silence. "A-are you free this Sunday?" 

I stop drying the frying pan in my hand in surprise, and raise my brows.

"Sorry?" 

"Umm... It's okay if you don't, we can go out later. I mean.... If that's what you want, I mean I know that's what you want but I mean if you have time, and of course I don't want to pressure you, it's entirely up to you. But it's just that you said-" 

"Jessie. Calm down please. I don't know what you're talking about. Now, tell me what you want to say." 

"Uh... the date... I mean... the girlfriend... uh not I mean you-"

"Okay, okay. I get it, I do have time. Where do you want to go?"

"Umm... I don't know."

"It's okay, I'll think of what to do on our first date, then you can decide for the others, how about that?"

"Umm... Yeah."

"Okay. I'll speak with you later about Sunday" 

Jessie blushes, we have finished drying the dishes. Now I'm putting them in their right place. Jessie is about to go out of the kitchen in a hurry when I call her.

"Y-yeah?" Her cheeks get redder even more. 

"Remember, what I told you. Agreeing to this date, means agreeing to be my girlfriend. We're skipping a step you know" I say.

I don't know what's wrong with her. I have never seen Jessie stutter or not be able to speak this much.  She blushes as gets nervous, yeah. 

But this side of her is new, and I'm not liking it. 

"I know." Jessie says, and walls out the room, with a huge smile on her face.

Making my heart clench from guilt. Oh, God! I hope these two months finish soon, I'm already regretting this.