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"what are you doing?" finn shrieks as i stand in the mirror, plucking his eyebrows.
"what you've needed to do for the last six months!" i exclaim and he bats at my hand.
"do you want to lose an eyebrow?!" i threaten and he puts his hand down.
"when are you going to be doneeee?" he whines.
"finn wolfhard, don't rush perfection."
"if that's what i'm signing up for, i would've let sadie do my eyebrows."
i smack him upside the head, "and sadie would've done that to you at least 80 times by now."
"yeah whatever."
i hear the trailer door open and -i'm assuming- jack come through the door.
"y/n, your boyfriend's being annoying." he groans.
finn, being the asshole he is, says "which one?"
"you're a jerk." i say, "remember i have all the power." i say and pluck another hair.
"jack, who's being annoying?"
"wyatt."
for the love of everything, wyatt is not my boyfriend. i don't want him to be either, at least that's what everyone thinks. wyatt and i aren't best friends or anything, but we associate with each other.
"jack, he's not my boyfriend." i sigh.
"keep telling yourself that," he laughs. he grabs my phone off the counter and types in the quick password. "really? he's in your phone as oleaf with a yellow heart."
"having a common nickname and a common emoji next to someone's name doesn't mean that i'm madly in love with them and begging to get married." i groan, and then say, "look at what yours is, jack."
"jackie poo with a blue heart." he replies.
"exactly." i say. i finally finish on finn's eyebrows and he looks at them and nods.
"they look decent."
i shake my head and then follow jack out of the trailer. "so does finn know?"
"know about what?"
"that you're madly in love with wyatt and are begging to get married."
"jack dylan grazer, i'm not madly in love with him."
"but you're begging to get married,"
"no." i say. "look, he's cute, but i don't really see him like that."
"keep telling yourself that."
when we finally reach wyatt, he's sitting on the steps and looks embarrassed.
"voila, talk to each other." jack says and pushes me to wyatt.
he walks away and it leaves the two of us.
"if you don't want to talk to me, you don't have to." wyatt says, "i know you like asher."
holdddd up. no. i don't like asher, asher likes me and jack thinks it's funny.
"i don't like asher," i reply. "he's a sweet person, but i don't like him."
"then who do you like?"
"why do you need to know?"
"in case you didn't realize, i work for the cia and need to know everything."
"well, cia agent stupid67, i like you."
"you're just saying that."
"no i'm not." i smile.
"then prove it."
i grab his hand and pull him up from the bench we were sitting on.
"let's go for a walk." i say.
we walk down the road until we get to the little pond surrounded my trees. i slip my shoes off and walk to the doc on the pond.
i sit down and put my toes in the water. wyatt plops down next to me and does the same. i scoot to his side and i start talking.
"i guess i was just scared to tell you that i liked you because i didn't want finn and your friendship to be affected by me."
"that's understandable." he says, "i was feeling the same thing. but i didn't want to mess up you and finn." he explains, "cause family always comes first."
"well, now that we've established that," i laugh, "is it acceptable to kiss you?"
"yes."
i put my hand on his cheek, and i looked into his hazel eyes. i put my lips on his, and we moved in sync, it was like a hundred million butterflies came up from my stomach, and they helped me to make sure my feelings were understood.
so there we sat, kissing for a solid fifteen minutes back and forth when i hear the golf cart that finn had so brutally brought with him speed up the drive.
i didn't care, i kept my lips on his and just relaxed.
i hear jack scream in triumph, "PAY ME YOU BITCH!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS MY SISTER DOING SUCKING FACE WITH NOODLES?"
wyatt and i separate and he yells to jack "SHE'S MINE NOW ASSFACE!"
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