I should have told him.

Chapter 2

Finnegan

Auntie Neriah, who really isn't my Auntie, announced that for some "Family friend" bonding time we should go and do a pottery class. Amber's been begging non-stop so I'm sure Auntie Neriah just did it so she would stop pestering, and also because she hasn't been able to join in on many of my lessons. I'm sure Ambers bursting to be able to watch me do some pottery. Amber is a very pretty girl. Someone like her probably wouldn't ever talk to me if it weren't for our mothers being the bestest of friends. She would sometimes let me brush her hair while she was sick, Triston watched us and sure enough she got all of us sick and we all stayed sick in the same bed while our mothers took care of us.

A knock on my door. "Finny?" My mom peeks her head through a crack in the door. "Yeah?"

"Oh good, Amber and Triston are downstairs." I smile, she opens the door wide as I put my jacket over me and I run downstairs, as soon as I see amber and Triston I engulf them into my arms. "You saw them yesterday." Auntie Neriah teases. I laugh. I ruffle amber and tristons hairs. "Hey finny." Triston says. "Hey, are we leaving now?" I quickly answer him then turn to Auntie Neriah. "Yeah, I think we better go now. Whose car are these kids going in?" Auntie Neriah says. "Yours!" Amber says quickly. Auntie Neriah laughs. My mother and Amber's mother roll their eyes. "Is dad coming?" Amber asks her mom. It goes silent.

"Hey amber." She looks at me. "I got something I wanna show you, come with me real quick." I grab her hand and I pull her up the stairs. Triston understands I'm just distracting her. "Alright, so this was meant for later in the week." She waits at my door, I shuffle around in a box under my bed before pulling out a necklace from it. I handed it to her. She opens it and her eyes brighten. "It's beautiful." It's an amber coloured necklace, she puts it around her neck.

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Ambers got her head rested against the door with the window fully open and her arm extended out of the window. Triston's got my old digital camera in hand as he records Amber just off in her own world. "Amber?" I say, she hums. "What are you doing?" She finally lifts her head, and she realises Triston is recording, she laughs. "Stop recording me you creep." She kicks him in the leg, and we all laugh. "What are you thinking?" I ask. She shrugs. Triston stops recording.

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We finally arrived at the pottery place, 'Whiteshore's pottery', it's a small wooden place in town posted just beside the ports. It's got a huge window that shows the ports and the ocean. The sky was an exceptional mix of pink, blue, and orange hues. "This is so pretty!" Amber says as she runs up to the window, triston trails behind her and stands next to her. He nods. "Very." I walk over and put my arm around Tristons shoulders. He looks at me funny before walking away leaving me and Amber. I click my tongue and motion for her to come and sit at a pottery wheel with me. Triston soon joins us. My pottery teacher, Mrs Lockes and her bouncy blonde curls and pale skin, plus the typical blue eyes. She's talented but she seems a bit.. Too blondish movie type sometimes. "Hottie" Triston whispers to us, Amber scoffs. "You're ten, there's no chance."

"You mean I am a ten." Triston corrects. "No, ten! The age." Amber whisper yells. "I am a ten." Amber scoffs. "Alright ladies, break it up." I quickly say. They both scoff. "Hi, everyone, can I please have your attention?" Mrs Lockes says as she clasps her hands together in front of herself. "Thank you."

"Alright so, today for this lesson we are going to be creating.." She stops for a second to build imaginary tension. "Mugs! I'm sure some of the moms will find these mugs helpful for whenever they want coffee.. Maybe even slip a little alcohol in it.." The adults laugh. "Anyways, that's bad kids, don't do it!" She warns looking over at the back rows full of little kids. "Adults only." She giggles. "But I will first be demonstrating for the adults then for the kids I will help in small groups. I can see some have already formed a small group. Yay!" She cheers looking directly at me, Amber, and Triston. "Anyways, if the adults will please come forward.." Her voice drifts off, but the adults form around her pottery wheel and watch carefully. "Isn't that Sylvie and Serena?" Amber asked. I turn to look at the two girls. "Yeah, that's them."

"Sylvie? Doing anything that gets her hands dirty? That's a shocker." Triston stated.

"She'll probably just leave it to Serena." Amber replied. "Don't be mean, you guys, I'm sure she'll do some of the dirty work..." They look blankly at me. "Alright, nevermind."

"I can hear you guys." Sylvie announces a scowl on her face. "And I won't have Serena do everything for me." She scoffs. "And thanks for sticking up for me finn." She goes back to talking with Serena. "Woah, she calls you finn?"

"Since when?" Triston laughs. "Are you two friends?" Amber chimes in. I shrug. "We've started talking, and I guess she just started calling me finn. I don't mind."

Amber and Triston look at eachother slight smiles on their faces. "Yeah." Amber smirked. I stick my tongue out at her. "Hey finn." Sylvie says. I look at her. "Hey."

"So about the hangout? Are you coming?" Sylvie walks up to us. "Uhm.." I look at my mother who is nodding eagerly. "Yeah, I am."

"The hangout?" Amber asked. "Yeah, me and my group are inviting him to the movies with us." She smiles at finny. "You two can come with.. I know you're all uh... inseparable." She didn't seem to be happy about it. "Sure." Triston quickly answers. "Alright." Amber replies cautiously. "Alright, I'm sure finny will bring you guys along so no need for number exchanging.." She weakly laughs before going back to Serena. Sylvie has bleached hair with her brown roots sticking out, and she always smelt of Vanilla. "Does she always smell that good?" Amber laughs. I nod. Sylvie's got that permanent rosy cheek kind of look alongside her pale skin. She's got very beautiful blue eyes.

"Hey kiddos!" Mrs Lockes comes up to the back rows. "Who wants a tutorial first?" Amber pitches her hand up first. "Alright, Finnegans group it is." She walks over to us. "Hey guys!" She smiles happily. She's always very happy. "What's your guy's names?" She brings a small chair and sits between me and Triston. "I'm Amber, that's Triston." Amber points at Triston, he reaches his hand out to shake Mrs Lockes. Mrs Lockes giggles. "I'm Mrs Lockes, but please, call me Macie." Triston nods. He shakes Mrs- Macie's hand. "Alright, let's get started, why don't we?"

She shows us the way and Triston is paying way too much attention and doing small hums to make sure Macie knows. Me and Amber roll our eyes. "Hey, Macie, how old are you?" Triston asks.

"I am.. 19." Macie quickly says as she finishes the mug. "Alright, Did you get that?" Macie looks between all of us. "Yeah." Amber says, I nod. "Yeah, of course." He's staring at Macie. Macie giggles. "Alright, I'm gonna go to those girls now, If you need help just call for me." Macie leaves. Me and Amber start laughing. "Alright, what are you two laughing about?"

"God, you are not at all discreet."

"I can be very discreet." Triston retorts.

"Sure." Me and Amber say in Sync as we both laugh.

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"I'm not gonna get my hands dirty." Amber scoffs. "So you said. 'Omg Sylvie won't wanna get her hands dirty..' and this is what you're doing?"

"Yes, it is! My hands are precious!" Triston complains. "Excuse me? Your dirty hands that you don't even wash after going to the toilet with?"

"Don't say that! People will believe it. I swear I wash my hands everytime after."

"Finny, back me up." Triston demands. I throw my hands in the air. "Sorry, I cannot go against what her highness says."

"Thank you, You shall be promoted to my dear knight." Amber laughs. "Alright, I'll take it back." Amber grabs some clay, what I didn't expect was for her to smush it over Tristons face. "Oopsie!" She feigns that as an accident. I burst out laughing. "How dare you?" Triston says he grabs clay and throws it at Amber. "You're next!" He says to me, he grabs a big clump and is about to throw it at me. "Triston!" Auntie Neriah says. "Stop with your bullshit and behave." She whispers, she narrows her eyes at us before turning back around. Instead of throwing it at me Triston smushes it onto my face to ensure no sound happens. "Such a party pooper." I say. "Also, I will ensure I get my revenge." I say to triston. He laughs loudly.

After we got home we were forced to kneel next to the bathtub while our mothers scrubbed the clay out of our hairs. Auntie Neriah ran for Tristons camera and snapped a photo of all of us suffering. "Memories." She cackled.