chapter 1

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Her pov

It's a rainy day, I mean me personally I hate the rains, there's so much of a risk factor here like floods cyclones thunder death. It all kinda creeps me tf out. I'm at my friends house rn. It was his bday and I couldn't leave bcz of this stupid rain. Anyways, we're both on his sofa rn under the blanket. we're watching the movie tangled because I needed smth peaceful and nice to get the rain out of my head. We fought over what to watch, but in the end, my choice ruled. I mean a fight betwee tangled and a documentary about rhinos . Please, e had the winner before the fight started. Anyways, we're both under one blanket , nd even though iit'sraining, our stupid ass decided to drink iced coffees. The table is a mess. There's an ice bucket. There's whipped cream, there's cherries falling out of the bowl, and we're gonna have to clean this up.

We watch the movie for a little while, and I gush over Flynn, and he proceeds to call me weird for liking him?? Like, excuse me. I ask him, "Have you never found a fictional charectar hot and double?" He said "no I'm pretty normal actually, " I gasped. That was offensive. But then we laughed it out, and I can't help but notice he has such a pretty laugh the way he throws his head back and the crease line below his eyes and the way his mouth parts. "Um, are you done staring?" He asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blush and say, "I wasn't staring. I was admiring." Oh god, why would you say that. He just smiles and shakes his head, and puts an arm around me. I can't help but notice we're a lot closer now than before. Did he scoot onto my side or what. The movie was long gone, I kept looking over at him to see what he felt, and half the times I saw him looking back at me. Around halfway through the story where rapunzel and Flynn enter the ugly duckling bar, he and I look at each other, and when our eyes connect, a spark just flows between us And suddenly he says "fuck it." And then within a flash, his lips were on mine.

Oh. My. God.

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