Chapter 21

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Chapter 21:

The morning after my car almost got broken into, was Finns first day working at H&M. He was going to help design some clothing, and he was really excited. I was for him too.

"Do I look fancy enough?" Finn came out into the kitchen, where I was, wearing a some black jeans, a flannel and grey vans. He was being sarcastic.

"Totally" I admit, popping a another grape into my mouth.

"Okay, I'm gonna go or else I'll be late! I'll just take a cab!" He says, checking the time on his phone.

Finn walks over to me and kisses my forehead. I smile and say, "good luck, I love you!"

"Love you too!" And he closes the door. The apartment to myself. What do I do until 5? I glance at the clock, it's 11.

I walk into the bedroom and grab one of the books I've been dying to read. Divergent. I had already seen the movie dozens of times, but I hadn't read the book. So I decided to give it a go.

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Finns P.O.V.

When I got to the H&M office building, I was immediately greeted with coffee and donuts. Not what I was expecting as a new comer, but it was pretty nice.

I found my office, room 145. It had an amazing view of New York, and it was luxurious. Definitely not what I was used to.

Within minutes of getting a feel of my new work space, I hear a knock at the door, and I tell them to come in. It's one of my bosses.

"I see you've found your office!" The man says, I've talked to him before. Steve Johnson. He's a nice guy, he's not one of those bosses that are the opposite of your friends. First of all, he's young. Around mid-30's. Second of all, he's the coolest guy you could ever meet.

"Yea! It's amazing" I admit to him.

"Okay, well, your first project is to design three different 'muscle tanktops' for the new summer guys collection!" Steve seems really happy.

"That's awesome! I will get started right away!" I look over at the easel that's in the corner near the wall made of glass.

"Okay, I will check up in about 5 hours! I am so glad you can be here, Mr.

Hayes."

"Thank you sir." I nod my head in response.

Steve walks out and closes the door behind him. I look over at the easel. Next to it, is a set of white drawers. I walk over to them, and I find pencils, pens, erasers, watercolors, colored pencils, and paper all from top quality brands. I am overwhelmed by everything. I have grown up enjoying art, and this is my childhood dream.

I decide to get started on them. My first design was a black one with the word 'manhattan' on it. Next one, a grey one with a drawing of a guy from the back with a SnapBack on. Last one, a red one with a tye dye pocket.

While putting the finishing touches on all of them, my boss came back in.

"Wow these are nice!" He says, coming up behind me and noticing my art work. He pointed to the grey one with the guy on it.

"This one. This one is going to sell." He looks fascinated.

"Really? Thank you sir." I thank him.

"Well, I think you're done for the day! Thank you for all your hard work!" Steve tells me, then leaves shortly after.

I grab my backpack, and look at the office. There are so many benefits. It's awesome.

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Ashley's P.O.V

You know that feeling when you are reading a book, and then you look at the clock and realize you've been reading for hours? That happened to me.

"I'm back!" Finn announces, I hear him drop his backpack on the floor.

He runs into the bedroom and jumps on the bed, laying beside me. He squeezes me and I toss my book on the floor.

"How was it?!" I ask, eager to find out.

"Amazing" is all he says. He squeezes me tighter and I can hardly breathe. I didn't tell him that, I wouldn't want to ruin the moment.

Later, he tells me about it. I am so happy for him. Going from a small coastal city, cashier to a big city clothing designer for a large name brand. I couldn't be happier for Finn.

That night, me and Finn cuddled. A lot. This is the happiest I have seen Finn in a while. He even cooked dinner! I was proud of him. He was finally happy.

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