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6 days. The words travelled around in his head but he couldn't think of the rights ones to say to make it okay.

8 days. She tried to block out her thoughts by silencing them but they only whispered the number monotonously.

She let the smoke rise from her mouth one last time before putting out her cigarette as he watched the wisps of white smoke rise through the dark air.

"12," she spoke.

His eyebrows raised and his expression turned to confusion.

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes at his oblivious tendencies.

"I have 12 more questions to ask dingbat."

His face turned to a pout.

"Did you just call me a dingbat?"

"Yes, now onto the game. Favorite past time?"

He thought in a mode of determination, trying to find something that would please her.

"Football," he replied after falling short of finding something else she wouldn't judge. "You?"

She breathed in the damp air.

"Reading."

"What's your favorite book," he asked though he doubted he would even know what it was.

"There's this book called Gerrard. It's an autobiography by-"

"Steven Gerrard. You're a Liverpool fan?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Football's the only sport I follow. My dad is a huge Liverpool fan. I have red running through my veins."

"No fucking way, Canadian. Me too."

"Wow, Kiwi," she breathed out. "We have more in common than I could ever imagine."

He shook his head and laughed lightly.

"What are the odds."

"Favorite Liverpool player," she questioned suddenly.

He raised his eyebrows at her though she never saw.

"Canadian, you're slacking on the questions. Stevie G is the man, of course it's got to be him."

"What if I told you my favorite was Henderson?"

"Then I'd ask you what the hell is wrong with you and if you've been tested for some sort of mental illness. Please don't tell me it's him."

She scoffed incoherently.

"Picking Henderson would be like cheating on a boyfriend. Stevie G is my man crush Monday every week."

An idea popped into his head.

"Let's play Snog, Marry, Avoid, Canadian."

She groaned sarcastically.

"Why?"

He smirked at her.

"Because it's fun. You can even choose first."

"Fine," she mumbled.

She thought of all the stick thin women she could could choose but avoided them because she was worried of what he might choose.

"Um Steven Gerrard, Will Smith, and Alex Turner."

"Alex Turner as in the Arctic Monkeys Alex Turner," he asked.

"Yep," she replied.

He was quite impressed by her musical knowledge. He went through the choices until he was happy with what he picked.

"Snog Stevie G because he's pretty wicked. Marry Will Smith because let's face it, he's Will Smith. Avoid Alex because I like the other two more. Your turn, same people."

"Snog Alex because he's such a badass," she answered slowly. "Marry Steven because he's perfect, and avoid Will because I don't like him as much as the other two," she mocked.

He rested his hands on his sides.

"You would avoid Will Smith?"

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Yes Kiwi, we've been over this. Now here's your next round. Alex Gaskarth, Danny Jones, and Harry Styles."

His eyes widened at her choices. He had known them all, even working on music with two out of three of them. Did she know who he was?

"Do you know who I am," he asked abruptly.

"No," she answered slowly. "Why?"

"Oh, um, it's nothing. Snog Danny, marry Alex, and avoid Harry. You?"

"Same order."

"You don't like Harry Styles?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Boy bands are not my thing."

"So are you one of those punk girls?"

She shrugged her shoulders again.

"I have a serious thing for wearing flannels and listening to Nirvana. If that make me punk then sue me."

He laughed lightly.

"You're not like all of the other girls I've talked to, Canadian."

Her face turned to confusion.

"Is that a good thing or?"

"It's a great thing," he piped up. "You're just-"

He thought of the perfect word to describe her.

"Cool."

"I'm cool?"

He smiled and nodded his head.

"Really cool."

"Well, I-I'm flattered," she stammered.

She got up from where she was sitting and walked to her door.

"To be continued," he asked her.

She turned around and looked back at his shadow, nodding her head.

"To be continued," she replied smiling.

She closed the door behind her.

"To be continued," she whispered to herself. "To be continued."

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Idk, should I just piss you all off and never let them finish their game? Just kidding.

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in joining a one shot competition for this if I made one. The winner and the runner up would both be in the sequel, however the winner would be more prominent.

Comment if you would!

I love you guys!

- Hayley