Convince her to take him.

‘Louise,’ John began. ‘Look, you know I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t serious.’ He tried to stand from his leaning position, but quickly gave up and fell back towards the mattress.

Louise turned her head to look at him, still buried in her puffy bedding. Watching his every move, as if to notice some detail that would reveal his true intentions, she sighed. ‘Why are you asking me, anyway? I’ve barely even had my license for a year. Wouldn’t you rather Rachel take you? Or mom?’

‘No,’ John stammered. ‘I came to you, because I trust you. You're eighteen, you're not a kid anymore. And I don’t want someone else to take me, Louise. I want you to. My little sister. I know I’d do the same for you, if you asked.’ Louise’s eyes finally began to soften, the suspicion fading from them. ‘Please,’ John said, feeling uncomfortable with the affection aimed at his little sister. ‘Just… drive me, and I’ll owe you, okay?’

Louise closed her eyes and sighed. ‘Goddamn it.’ Once again, she threw the blanket from her barely clothed body, the thin nighty the only material between her soft, pale skin and John’s eyes. He quickly diverted his gaze as she sat up. ‘Fine. I’ll take you,’ she groaned, still somewhat half asleep. She pointed at the door through half open eyes that John couldn’t help but find adorable. ‘Just give me a sec to get dressed.’