Finney POV
Me and my best friend Yn have allways had out differences, most specifically on books, I like academic text and she likes reading romantic fiction. I'm talking Jane Austen and Georgette Hayre(check out both of them PLEASE they are AMAZING) But we both manage to talk about books nonetheless, but a couple months ago i had a sort of.... A sort of belief changing realisation.
Ok, out of nowhere we where talking in English class and she was talking about poetry by John Keats. I just looked up at her and the sun from the window behind her made her hair shine and her eyes gleam and she just looked so enthusiastic, so angelic. And that's when I suddenly realise, I'm completely and utterly on love with this girl and I just remember thinking, I would let her blindfold me and lead me wherever she liked, I would let her, just for her told hold my hand to guide me.
Wow, ok I'm getting away from the point, last school year, before summer rolled out i asked her for a list of her favourite books, which she gave me written out on paper. That was when we were 12, over the summer we've both had our 13th birthday.
And over the summer I read every single last one of them so we have something more... Meaningful to talk about than whether we think our History teacher has a romantic liking for our Science teacher. I just want to have a conversation whare she can just pour her heart and opinions out for me to listen to.
I am also doing this as a romantic gesture but the romantic part will probably slide by.
Although I do get the feeling that she likes me back but, probably not, not when she could easily get I guy probably 15x better than me.
I mean why would she choose me?
Yn POV
I chose him.
I don't know how and I know really know why but...
My brain, well not my brain, my heart has now decided that I'm in love with my best friend Finney Blake. I'm not sure it wasn't a slow realisation when I'm laying in bed thinking of him for 528th time. It just sort of hit me on the face, and it left a huge invisible bruise, never to heal.
I miss him terribly though, I've been away most of the summer so I haven't seen him, we do write letters to eachother. But not often. It hurts how much I miss him. But I have no right to miss him. He is not mine and I am not his.
Although I will see him tomorrow, on the first day of school.
Time skip(first day)
Yn POV
Once I walk in I get my locker number, as the same as every year my lockers next to Finney.
I walk up to it but I don't see him there, I'm secretly hoping that I see him before class. I out my books in my locker apart from English, which is my first class.
Suddenly I feel someone's hands on my shoulders, I jump and turn around, ready hit this person over the head with my English textbook.
I lower my arm when I turn around and see Finney' s face, I smile widely and wrap my arms around his chest, pulling him into a tight hug. He clasps his arms around my waist and digs his face into my shoulder.
"I missed you." I say, my voice muffled by his chest,
"I missed you more, so much it is incomprehensible if I tried too speak about it"
I pull away and he lets me go, his hands leaving my waist last and slower than he ever has dared. I look into his eyes, he's gotten taller but we're the same height. (is it just me who loves it when you're the same height as a guy you like, Like whenever I'm reading romance books the guy is allways taller but I like it when their both the same height. I dunno why)
"You know that list if books you gave me last year?" He asks me I nod and hum in reply.
"Well I read them all... So we could have an intellectual conversation."he explained, I just stand there in shock. He read all those books just to have a conversation with me?
"Finney that is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." I say, put my English book in my bag, I put my bag on the floor, leaning against it the locker.
I step closer to Finney, look into his eyes and I see love, just pure, boundless waves of un-understandable love.
"Finney, can I just..." I lift my hands up and he looks a bit confused, but I put them on either sides of his face, half sliding my fingers into his hair. (If that's even makes sense its like.... Holding his face or some shit)
I leaned in and closed my eyes, and Finney tilted his head forwards. His soft lips pressed against mine and the butterflies formed in my stomach and moved up to flutter around my heart, forever flying.
He placed his hands on my hips his fingers splayed, as though he had imagined how he'd do it if he got the chance, like as if they where allways ment to be there.
I move my hands down from his hair and trace his shoulders with my fingers, I place both hands on either sides of his shoulders. He pulls me closer, and I grasp onto his arms a little tighter. After just a minute of us just kissing and not thinking, I feel the need to breathe constrict around my throat and I have the propensity to pull away to breathe. (Propensity just means the inclination, or instinct to do something)
We pull apart just as the first bell rings, me and Finney walk together in comfortable silence and he puts his arm around my waist.
A/n
Hii, another fun fact, this was AGAIN supposed to be short, it's 1077 but I hope sincerely that you liked it. And please comment if you want and request I am working on one rn but I had to update, but it would give me feeling of great felicity. Another fun face felicity means happiness of one of the higher degrees.
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