We checked in to a nearby hotel. The hotel isn't classy nor luxurious, but its cozy alright.
I just got out of the shower, wearing only my bathe robe when somebody knocked.
So i walk to the door and peek through the peek-hole.
And there stood Jake, with his hands shoved in his pockets.
I open the door and look at him expectantly, he must've come here for a reason right?
He looks back at me, but he does not utter a single word.
"Jake?"
He still don't say a thing.
"What brings you here? 'Cos your room is way over there." I continue, prolonging the a sound on way. Pointing to the room across mine, Jake's hotel room.
"Uh, right." He answers. He, then, walks clumsily to his room.
And i shut my door close.
I was about to walk away from the door when another knock was heard.
Again, looking at the peek-hole (For security reasons) and once again, seeing Jake looking at his shoes as if it had been his interest.
I open the door, a little bothered.
"What -"
"Goodnight Harper." His lips touched my forehead.
Then he was gone.
I stood there, completely frozen. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to free the wild butterflies in my stomach. Uh, scratch that! Not butterflies, they're birds, let's say Penguins because i love Penguins.
So the Penguins are now freed and they kept tapping their webbed feet and flapping their wings, flying? Yes! The penguins in my belly are able to fly because they're awesome just like that.
I snap back to reality when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I felt my cheeks warm from blushing and i went inside my room.
I check my phone and it was a text from Finn.
'A week with Jake? Huh? Not bad...'-Finn
I roll my eyes and plop to my bed, typing back.
Lilly must've told him.'Shut up! :P'-Me
I roll to the other side of the bed and pull the covers to my face.
I can't believe that Jake just kissed my forehead. Sorry for sounding all cheesy, but i felt sparks and not just sparks but fireworks. Its still there, the feeling is still there. I haven't felt him close to me like that for a long time, but i've been longing for that sweet move harder each day.
my phone buzzes again.
':P you know you like it. You're not over him, you're still in love with him.'-Finn
I sigh at how i'm being so predictable to Finn. He knows me too well.
'I won't deny it. Guess you're right. But its hard when Lilly's in the picture. She's my bestfriend, i don't want to hurt her.'-Me
After sending the text, i roll to the other side of the bed again.
Sure, the bed was comfortable but i can't sleep. And so are the Penguins, they're still wide awake.
I stare at the ceiling just like that and stayed like that. Random thoughts filled my mind.
Noticing that Finn hadn't reply, i guess he fell asleep already. I got up to my feet and wore my snuggly white slippers.

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Dear Boomerang
Teen FictionSixteen-year-old Harper Henson's life has been going well. Moving to a different city to study with her best friend and all the fun stuff that comes with that.. Well maybe not that well, she couldn't stop thinking about her boyfriend, scratch that...