I can't believe how far we've came... we're not even done yet.
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ELAINE
Two days later... nine days left.
I've been waiting for Andrew for a good five minutes as my mom's freshly baked cookies are going to get cold.
But as I'm about to call Andrew he comes running to me with the little picnic basket bouncing around.
"Hi," I greet.
"Hi. Sorry I was late. Food and stuff," he explains.
"That's fine. Let's eat, please, I am hungry," I say.
"Me too," Andrew replies, raising a cookie in the air.
He takes out of all the food containers and he lines them up on the blanket.
After eating a few cookies each we start eating other stuff. I eat some noodle salad Andrew's mom had made for us. Which he said was a surprise.
"My mom doesn't accept this," Andrew whispers.
"Accept what," I ask.
"Because she doesn't want me to be all sad and shit when you die," Andrew explains.
"Then why did she make the salad," I question.
"She didn't. I bought it. I'm so sorry," Andrew smirks.
"It's ok. This is still very thoughtful and nice. Thanks," I cheerfully say.
And we lean in and kiss.
***
Did I hear kiss? Sure did! They kissed.
Never planned for them to kiss btw but it happened. It flew out of my fingers and on to the page.
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