Eleven

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She pulls away, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, not sure of what to do with himself. "I didn't, I guess I thought...,"

She reaches up and covers his mouth, not wanting to hear him talk, just wanting to feel him breathe. She pulls at his arms, pulling them up, trying to make him hold her. He does, and his heart races and he thinks about how he'd like to tell her how he feels about her, how he's not sure how to feel about her, how to feel about anything. He wants to tell her she's pretty, and that things will be alright soon. He'd like to tell her he loves her. But he's not sure if that's okay.

She's quite content just laying there with him. She feels a connection when she's with him. A bond.

The past few months have been confusing. They have been in and out of eachother, and their houses. They have argued. They have infuriated each other. And without completely realising it, they have fallen for each other. And hard.

It started off as a little fling. A one-night stand maybe.

But now it's so much more than that.

After all, we often fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time, and do the most unexpected things.

It is a travesty when two hearts, at different intervals in life find each other. And although they would otherwise be perfect for eachother, they can't be together, for the timing isn't right. Just now had Grace realised this. She and this boy next to her were perfect for eachother in her eyes. Others, like Emma and Toby are more unfortunate. Which is why this must work. They are very lucky people, whether they believe so or not.

His hand reaches out and strokes her hair. Grace looks up at him and grins, "Try to braid it". He chuckles and shakes his head fondly, before placing her inbetween his legs, her back facing his front. His fingers messily picked up strands and tucked them anywhere they looked like they could go.

He never really knows where he stands with Grace. One minute she can't even manage to look at him, the next she's underneath him.

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