two | h.s. - t.c.

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(spicy warning ;) k bye DJJSJDSJ)

Jenny's pov

after the museum, we moved on from our brief seriousness while we casually conversed over breakfast.

i still couldn't believe he remembered the call, i was positive he wouldn't. i'm not as upset about it now though, at least one thing was up in the air. i knew his deep thoughts, and he knew one of mine. no more secrets. though telling him i loved everything about him wasn't necessarily telling him that i loved him. i don't know when or if i'd ever say that. i'm afraid of ruining what we already have.

since everyone had already hung out with timothée yesterday, things were more chill the next time i walked into the beach house. harry had gone into the boys' house, wanting to get some work done—and i had then only realized that this break was about to end, and we all needed to get back to work soon.

harry was constantly writing in his journal or coming up with melodies on his guitar. i knew when he was in the mood to create something, for he had to do it the moment his mind thought of it.

the house was oddly quiet, and i went up to my room, a bit tired now. i didn't sleep at all last night, thinking about both harry and timothée. timothée had settled into the boys' beach house last night, and i felt as if all night he could be talking with harry about everything.

i entered my room, not surprised to see him on my bed with a book in his hands.

"how'd it go?" he asked, his eyes not leaving the page.

i found it awkward for him to be asking about the date i had with harry—technically it wasn't an official date—but who am i kidding, it was. "um, good." i said, putting down the pamphlet i had picked up from the museum.

"i told you he wasn't mad." he mumbled, though his tone was confident.

"yeah well, you tell me a lot of things." i said, sitting in front of him as he continued to read.

one side of his hair was tucked beneath his ear, the rest flowing in his face as he looked down at the page, holding the book with both of his hands.

"yeah, i know." he looked up from the page, "and you tell me almost nothing," he almost smiled, "blackmailing griffin was kind of a hot move, but you didn't hear it from me." he whispered.

i smiled, knowing he'd say something like that. "you know i almost fought alex, right?" i said in a bragging tone.

"you? fighting someone?" he laughed, "i don't see it—wait no," he shook his head, "i take that back, you punched marley."

"that wasn't—anyways, that's why i said almost. i would've, if it weren't for scott and kayla."

"thank scott and kayla then." he said. "i wouldn't have wanted you to do that."

"really? but she's done so much shit." i said, "and i don't even know half of what she's done to you."

"yeah, and it'll stay that way. it was whatever." he shrugged, "i'm just wondering why she hasn't said shit about what happened."