Pt. 9

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-Alina-

I walk out the room and sit on the couch. Is there a plan for my moms and sisters funeral? Heck no that's to much money anyways. I can barley afford a sinlge pasta bag. Finn stares at me.

"What?"

"Nothing."

I laugh. "Nothing? You were staring at me you creeper."

Our eyes lock. He starts to lean in.

"Why don't you let me kiss you?!" He says.

I take a deep breath. " I just can't uh...Kiss!" I lie.

"I'll show you" He leans back in but I cover my mouth.

He puts a hand around me. "It's okay, I guess I was rushing a little."

I cover my eyes. No more tears. I lift my head and smile. I stand up and walk toward the kitchen. I open the fridge and take out the ice cream. I grab a spoon and take off the lid. I scoop a big amount of Rocky Road and eat it.

I offer a spoon to Finn and be gladly takes it.

"You know, this is getting better," I say.

"What?" Finn says chocking down on the ice cream.

"Everything."

"Like how we are sharing Rocky Road together?" He smiles sheepishly.

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