What Makes You Beautiful

You Don't Wanna Miss This

17th March

6.30 p.m.

Rachel let out a deep breath. She was standing in her living room, looking at herself.

"Flynn, your Mom's out?" she asked. She looked about for Mrs. Carter.

"Yeah. Why else would I bring you home?" he chuckled. "Come in."

He held his bedroom door open for her. She stepped into his room.

T-shirts and shirts were splayed all over his floor. Three pairs of Converse All Star sat in one corner. His computer was on as always.

"Your room looks like heaven!" she said sarcastically.

"Welcome to my heaven!" he smiled. What was funny was that, he genuinely meant that.

She sat on the edge of his bed, and observed the dust motes drifting around in front of his window. His room was messy, but she liked it. It was her Flynn's room.

Flynn was flipping over pages after pages of his sketch book.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He took a pencil and looked at her.

"Hold that position. And would you smile for me?" he asked.

"Why?" she asked.

"Don't move! I am going to sketch you," he said.

"Why do you want to sketch me? You already have so many of my photos."

"This is different. This will be you in your unembellished version. Just plain strokes of lead," he smiled as he said that. She liked how he said that. She never liked to think of herself as plain. But somehow she felt special that he wanted to sketch her. She watched as the sun glinted through his dirty blond hair, making it paler than usual.

Finally, the wait was over, and she walked over to him to see the sketch.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's plain," she said.

"Plain's beautiful. Plain's true. I like you on paper."

"I don't believe it! You are boasting about your own sketch!" she said.

He had simply laughed.

Rachel brushed her fingers over the sketch. It had come in the mail today. There was no note, but she knew it was from Flynn.

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23rd March

9.40 p.m.

He had finally got her number from Sharon. He did not want to be a pain in the ass, but he thought things between them were still not right.

He dialled her number.

"Hello?"

"Rachel?"

She went quiet, and he heard her sigh. "Yes Flynn?"

"Look out the window," he said simply.

"What is so special outside?" she asked tiredly.

"You'll have to see for yourself," he said.

He saw the curtains being flung apart, and a head appeared at the window. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she was probably in her PJs. He thought he saw Garfield grinning down at him from the front of her tee.

Cute.

Her eyes found him standing in front of the building.

"I see you grinning like an idiot up at me. Is that what you wanted me to see?"