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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

FINN

"I'm so fucking tired right now." Alex sighed as he walked towards his hotel room. "Y'all better be quiet"

"Yeah guys, Alex needs his beauty sleep." Phoebe teased.

"Shut up Pheebs." Alex rolled his eyes before slamming the door shut behind him. Phoebe laughed before turning to Arabella.

"You gonna stay the night in my room again?" She asked her.

"Nah, Finn's turn to leave." Arabella asked. I looked down at her.

"I am not leaving." I said to her.

"Well neither am I, muffin." Arabella said back.

"Then I guess we're both going to be in there." I stated.

"Fine." Arabella commented.

"Fine." I repeated. Phoebe and Marvin stood staring at the two of us.

"Um, night." Said Marvin as he left for his room.

"Yeah, night." Phoebe added as she headed to hers.

There was a moment of silence between Arabella and I. We stared at each other for a few minutes.

"I dibs the shower first." Said Arabella before racing back to our room.

"Not fair!" I said, chasing after her.

***

When I walked out of the shower wearing a t shirt with sweatpants, I noticed Arabella sitting in a white fluffy bathrobe, reading a book.

"What are you reading?" I asked as I sat next to her.

"Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas." She said, "I already read Corrupt and Hideaway on the plane so..."

"Huh?" I asked.

"The Devil's Night series. I'm on book 3." She explained. "I think I may be in love with Erika Fane."

"Ah." I nodded. "Is that the angry looking blond girl?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Phoebe used to read those books and wouldn't stop talking about how she wanted Erika Fane to; and I quote: 'degrade her'. I was confused so she showed me a picture of an angry looking blond girl from Pinterest."

"Of course." Arabella shook her head. There was a moment of silence after she spoke. It lasted for a little while longer than usual. "You did good tonight, by the way."
She looked over to me. Her sharp greyish blue gazing into my soul.

"Oh. Y-Yeah, thanks." I said, scratching my head. She smiled and I smiled back. We stared at each other for a minute.

The thing about Arabella that I think really attracts people (possibly including me shhh) is her sharp features that always make her look pissed. Her sharp jawline, her intense almost colorless eyes, her clear skin, and her perfect eyebrows all make her look goddess like. Most specifically (in my opinion.) Athena; goddess of wisdom and war. It sums Ari up perfectly. Another thing is that she was never "ugly". Puberty really picked her as it's favorite. She never had bad acne, her voice rarely ever cracked, she was the luckiest bitch out there. To shorten all that up is that Arabella Stone is scary beautiful and I really wanted to kiss her.

The longer we made eye, the louder the silence got. As if we both wanted to do something but we were both too scared to act on it. Without thinking, I let my thoughts spill out of my mouth.

"I really want to kiss you right now." I mumbled. I mentally slapped myself across the face. I mentally cringed. It was over for me, really over. At least I thought it was....

"The feeling's mutual." She mumbled back. I caught myself blushing, which was kinda embarrassing because she seemed so calm and smooth with it yet I was a mess.

Without thinking (again.), I leaned in to kiss her. She placed her hands on my face and kissed me back. Her soft hands slowly moving from my face towards my chest. I held on to her hips as she continued to do her stuff. She eventually made her way onto my lap, having her hands return to my face. We both took a break for a second and looked at each other, as if we were asking if we were going to continue further. We both shared a look that told us all we needed to know. Once that was out of the way, we continued. Arabella's hands made their way to the bottom of my shirt. She slowly started to pull it up as I went to untie her bathrobe. When she managed to get my shirt off, I had already removed her robe which exposed her dark red bra and matching underwear. She moved down my legs and started to take off my sweats; I started to take off her bra as she did so. Unfortunately, my task was a little harder than hers. When she finally got my pants off, I was still struggling with her bra.

"Damn Finn, you've slept with how many girls and you still don't know how to remove a bra?" She whispered into my ear.

"They usually do it for me." I whispered back to her. She laughed quietly.

"God you're dumb." She mumbled.

"We're about to have sex and you're still insulting me?" I asked.

"I thought you liked being degraded? I read your diary when we were 15, you should've put a lock on it."

"First of all: it wasn't a diary, it was a journal. And second of all: you're ruining the mood, blondie." She chuckled and continued to kiss me.

She dragged her long, skinny finger against my chest, making me start to groan a little. She brought them up, then down to the top of my boxers before slowly starting to take them off.

The rest is just a blur; a very sexy blur.