I Feel Like a Hero{Martin}and You're my Heroine{Johnson}

I ran up to my room and got a back pack. I started filling it with some of my new clothes. Which included:A purple andwhite striped hoodie, a pair of white skinny jeans, a pair of purple converse and a blue and purple shirt, the shirt it self was blue and in purple letters it said 'I'm With Stupid' and an arrow pointing upwards to me,(I know, I know. I mention that shirt in a lot of my storys. But I have one and I love it.)
I grabbed a few movies and started walking to Bryan's house. It was about 5 minutes away. I saw someone approaching me, I thought it might be like Jimmy or something. It looked like Jimmy. But when they walked closer I saw that it was Martin. I put my hand over my chest and sighed in relief. He looked at me.
"What?"he asked. I chuckled.
"Nothing, I thought you were Jimmy."
"Oh, well thanks that means a lot."he told me with sarcasm dripping from his every word. I chuckled yet again and we started walking to Bryan's. I heard someone call my name from behind me. I turned aroundand was met with grey eyes. The ones that I hated.
"What?"I spat. By this time, Martin had stopped and was standing my me in a protective manner. I smiled inwardly and he put his arm around my waist.
"Yeah, maybe she is! So fuck off! Sasha never wants to get back together with you, so FUCK OFF!"he spat. I stifled a laugh at Jimmy's reaction. He stormed off muttering something incoherent. I looked up at Martin and he smiled down at me.
"Why'd you lie to Jimmy?"I asked. He sighed.
"I didn't."I looked at him confused. What does he mean, he didn't lie?
"You are my girlfriend as far as I'm concerned."
"Oh."
"Well, we don't have to if you don't want to."he told me apon hearing my reaction. I looked at him as if he was crazy. Not want to be Martin Johnson's girlfriend? Yeah right! Who wouldn't want to be Martin Johnson's girlfriend? Nobody! That's who!
"What? Are you crazy? I'd love to be your girlfriend!"I clarified. He perked up instantly.We started walking to Bryan's. His hand brushed my own. I figured he was too shy to grab my hand so I grabbed his on my own. To my surprise he intertwined our fingers. I smiled inwardly and he walked up the steps of Bryan's porch. I just walked right in and that's when I heard the guys downstairs. I smelled pizza. I followed the smell, still holding Martin's hand, to the basement. When we got down there we saw Bryan, Paul and John all laughing while watching That's So 70's Show. I hated that show, and so did the guys. The must me making fun of it. I walked to the couch and pushed them off, making room for Martin and I. They glared at me and moved to the floor. I just smiled innocently and sat down with Martin next to me. I threw one of the scary movies at John's head and he put it in. We started watching and Martin's arm moved to my waist, while he pulled me closer. So close we were only taking up one cushion on the 5 cushion couch.