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"He doesn't hate you."
I looked at Fred as I lifted the cup to my mouth and took a sip of the chocolate milk. I was leaning against the kitchen counter while Fred was opposite of me, holding onto the kitchen island on either side of him.
"No, he doesn't hate you." I corrected him. "He's way too calm about this, Fred. The entire day, he's treated you like everything is alright. Even after you confronted him. But me he won't speak to."
Fred didn't answer at that. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, and then he looked up with a sigh.
"What if he's planning something?" I asked. "What if it's some kind of tactic? He treats you normal now, and suddenly he tells you to break it off with me."
"That wont happen." He assured me. "He can't make me break things off. I like you, Mavis."
I took another sip of my chocolate milk while scanning over his face with my eyes.
"I've never gotten this far with anyone." I said quietly, staring down at the glass of chocolate milk. "They've always scared guys off. That's why I kept Noah a secret. And you. It seemed to work on Noah because I haven't seen or heard from him since they scared him, and he's my friend so..."
"Well, he can't get rid of me, alright?"
I put my glass on the counter, and then walked closer to Fred, sliding my arms around his waist.
He brought a hand up to my forehead and brushed a strand away that had fallen in front of my eyes.
As his eyes scanned my face, he inhaled sharply, and I frowned slightly, a small smile appearing on my face.
"What?" I asked weakly.
He shook his head and pressed his lips to my forehead before looking at me again. His hand came to rest under my jaw, tilting my head back a little.
"You are really beautiful." He said quietly and I felt his thumb tug slightly at my bottom lip.
He leaned down and kissed me softly. No tongue. Just lips pressing against each other for a moment before pulling away.
He offered me a soft smile. A reassuring smile, and I smiled back, feeling his thumb caress my skin, and I was loving the feeling.
"Holy... shit."
We quickly pulled apart, looking towards the entrance of the kitchen where Spencer stood.
He had one hand on the doorknob, his eyes wide and his lips spreading into a grin while he laughed in fascination.
"Does August know about that?" He gestured between us.
"He does." I said quietly, folding my arms over my chest.
