( part two of 4- Valentine )
Yn POV
He looks up and. Oh. My. God. It's. Fucking. Finney. My face instantly gained heat, I don't believe I just said that to him!
"Oh, Finney! Sorry I though you where someone else, I uh, I got letter! And uh- I'll tell you later" I start to ramble as I turn to leave, completely giving up because of the awkwardness of it all.
"Yn. Wait!" Finney mutters just loud enough for me to hear and grabs my wrist, pulling me back around the brick corner.
"What is it?" I ask, pulling my hand away, reluctantly Finney lets my hand go but instead of looking down at the ground or his shoes. He looks right into my eyes, his stormy ones swirling with shades of blue and I gaze into them I feel goosebumps flare up my arms and neck.
"Yn....." Finney says, like he's hunting at what he's about to say before he says it.
"Yes?" I reply, it's as though this boy is having a stroke, he can't finish a proper sentence.
"Yn..."
"Yes?"
"Yn."
"What?" Finney put the bride of his nose in-between the pointer finger and thumb, looking straight down.
"God, you are so ignorant!"
"Hey!"I gasp dramatically, pretending to be offended.
"Yn I like you!" Finney blurts out, his face turning a light shade of pink but he still looks into my eyes.
"Well.... Out of all the things you could have just said, I was not expecting that to be one of them" I say, sort of calm, sort of surprised.
"Well, do you know of you like me?" He asks, I edge closer to him and say,
"Finney, ofcourse I do, I thought you where supposed to be the smart one"
He laughs, only then do I realise that we're face to face, barky an inch of space between us.
That's when he puts his hands of my waist and pulls me into his, I cup his face with my hands and stretch up to crash his lips against mine.
His is soft, and he tastes like sour cherry bubblegum, he's gentle, as though he has all the time in the world to make out with me. His grip tightens around my waist as he softly nudges me to the wall, suddenly we hear peoples voices and footsteps.
We pull apart and take a deep breath, like there's no air left in our lungs. Round the corner comes two boys I don't recognise,
"Whoa, were you two making out?" One of the boys ask and I scoff, then I realise Finn is still holding my waist with my back up against the wall. My hands still round the sides of his face.
We stand there for a few moments of silence, and then one of the boys takes the other by the wrist and pull him away.
"Oh. God! That was embarrassing" I mutter.
"Really, it was embarrassing making out with me?" Finney asks, raising an eyebrow.
"You know that's not what I ment" I say, mocking him.
"Well... Do you wanna kiss, would that make it better?"
"Really?" I relent as we start walking round the corner.
"Well it's scientifically proven tha-" Finn starts but I cut him off, "it's scientifically proven that making out with you fixes all my problems, yeah right." I say sarcastically.
Finney shrugs jokingly and I laugh, so overall, I had a pretty good day.
A/N
Hiii, you wanted part two (well, I think) so here you go!
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