Pt. 8

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-Alina-

I look up at him.

"Why wouldn't I?" I say looking confused.

He starts cracking up. I grab a handful of my pasta and throw it at him. That just made me laugh harder than he is. He starts getting handfuls of my pasta and starts throwing it at me. I step back and try to get some but I slip on my foot. I get all the pasta around me and start throwing it at high speed. I get up and start walking away. Right when I was going to say I won, he tackles me from behind. I laugh and turn around to face him. His chest was against mine.

Holy freakin' crap is this happening right now? He closes his eyes and starts to lean in.

Oh forget it. I want to kiss him really really badly but, I also didn't. I laugh escapes my mouth. He opens his eyes and shoots up.

"Uh, sorry.." His cheeks turn red.

"Its fine," I smile. "Well we got a lot of work to do." I look around and point at the pasta.

"What do you mean we?" He says.

"Are you telling me that I have to clean it!?"

"You're a women after all right?"

"My gosh thats so sexist!" I start to pick up the pasta when Finn stops me.

"Take a shower, I'll clean up." he smiles and takes the pasta away from my hand.

I get up and head to the bathroom. It was a decent size. I start to undress and that when I noticed I don't have clothes nor a towel. I open the door a bit and look outside.

"Yo Finn! FIINNNNN!!" I scream.

"Yes?"

"Is there a towel?" I asked embarrassed.

I could HEAR him smile. Seriously.

"Coming in a bit!"

What did he mean? Him or the towel? Hopefully it was the towel. His hand shoots in with an olive green towel.

"Thanks!" I say and step into the tub.

***

I get out in a few minutes. Finn is sitting in the edge of the bed.

"Uh, i noticed you don't have any clothes to wear so, I- I want to lend you some of mine, but Im not sure about the uh, "undies."

I smile."Ill just wear them until I go back to... And get my things..."

He throws me his clothes. He gets up and grabs a his... Undergarment and wraps it on my head. Then he leaves the room. But before he shuts the door he says:

"Look pretty." and winks at me.

I smile.

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