Awkward...

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He stands right in front of me when I open our front door. 

Just two centimeters till we kiss.

"Hey Criss!" Finnck says.

I shiver.

His voice strikes me with utter force. It's heaven.

"Hey Finnick... nice...hair." I stutter.

He shakes his head and a grin creeps up his face.

I slip into seat next to Finnick. His car, a red mustang is parked in front of our front gate.

We pass the Crusty Cheese burger restaurant.

"Um Criss?" FInnick asks, pulling me out of my daydream.

"Ya?"

"I have to leave at six so there's only one hour for the lesson, hope that's fine with you."

"Yeah, sure. Family issues?"

"Er, no? I have a report to turn in tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too." I reply. Dang it. Reports. I forgot.

After a few awkward minutes, "So, are college reports really complicated?" I ask, hoping o break the ice.

He stops the car and chuckles, "I'm not in university. I am only eighteen. Seriously, do you think I'm that old?"

I am astounded.

"Oh wow, I thought you have to be old to study be a swim coach."

"Nup. I go to Ashton High."

"Are you serious? That's the same as me!" I exclaim.

We stare into each other's eyes and start laughing. Wow. That's even more Perfect.

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