29. With me.

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"Hurry, CJ! You're going to miss the premiere!" Norman called out from the living room, preventing himself from eating any more popcorn as he waited.

His parents were not around the house–and, he didn't want to know why.

Plus, his older sister went out with her friends earlier, so he has the house to himself for the entire night.

He figured it was the perfect time to ask his girlfriend to come over and watch the season finale premiere of that TV show they were both invested in.

Norman didn't want to think that she was in some sort of trouble, but he swore he heard troubled stumbling sounds coming from upstairs.

The loud sounds stopped, and the anxiety in his head vanished when he heard the doorknob rattle.

When the door revealed her figure, his jaw fell to the floor.

"Oh, my god."

That signature smirk of hers always gets to him, worsening the bright red tint spreading on his face.

He had to blink twice and gulp down the knot in his throat before he could even speak.

"Is that.. my... hoodie?" Norman gaped.

"Don't you mean our hoodie?" Coraline winked.

"I'm guessing that you have every single one of my hoodies." He crossed his arms, letting his back land on the sofa with a small thump.

"And in most cases, I don't even notice they're gone until I check my closet!" He said as he flailed his arms in defeat, smiling a little as he heard her cute giggle.

He has to admit; she looked stunning in his hoodies. He won't tell her that out loud, for now.

Norman shook his head along with the thought, as Coraline only continued to laugh at him.

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it too much, Mr. B." She sat beside him on the sofa.

"I'll return this to you this time, I promise." Coraline placed a kiss on the cheek, not caring if his eyes were locked on the TV screen.

When Norman felt her bundle herself against him, he smiled, resting his cheek on top of her head.

He can't see her face, but he knew she was smiling too, and the both of them didn't want to be anywhere but here.

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