Chapter 4

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This chapters song:
Dover beach- Baby Queen

Your pov

While we were walking to the beach we decided to play 21 questions.

"Favorite color?" I asked.

"Red." He replied.

"Yeah i already knew that I don't know why i asked." I said.

He laughed.

"Favorite artist?" He asked.

"Taylor Swift!" I said.

"Expected that." He replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"You seem like a swiftie." He said.

"I am." I replied.

"What's your favorite album?" He asked.

"1989, i hope the Taylor's version is gonna come out soon." I replied.

"I have no idea what that means." He said.

"You don't have to." I replied.

"Uhh dogs or cats?" I asked.

"Dogs, anyday." He replied.

"You?" He asked.

"Dogs." I replied.

"Now I understand why we get along." He said.

"Who said we get along weakling?" I said.

I once again punched his stomach and i started running.

"Oh no you don't." He said.

He followed after me.

He was significantly faster then me but im also just really slow.

When he reached me he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

We were standing really close to eachother. Like in a way where bystanders would be wondering if we were about to kiss.

I completely folded. I got butterflies in my stomach and was definitely blushing.

I couldn't.

I punched him in the stomach again.

"Weakling!" I yelled while running away.

"You gotta stop doing that." He yelled back.

"Never!" I replied while still running.

He ran towards me and we started walking again.

"Favorite show?" He asked.

"Gilmore girls or the summer i turned pretty." I said.

"Ooo wait are you team Jeremiah or team Conrad?" He asked.

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