Mine

Chapter 8.

"Thanks, man. Keep the change." He says with the pizza in his hands.

The way my friday was ending wasn't so bad. I came back home with Finn, and we decided to watch some netflix while we ate and drank. Turns out, he started drinking while he was in Manchester, he was pretty good at hiding it, but he'd always be busted by his nurse, who happened to have a crush on him so she'd always let that slide.

He didn't want to tell me why he started drinking so much. It's making me think there's another reasom why he came back to the US.

"I have an idea." Finn starts.

"Shoot." I say as I get up and take all the dirt to the trash can at my little kitchen.

"Let's play a game." He offers and I nodd to make him keep talking. "I ask, and you have to answer, otherwise, you have to take a piece of cloth off."

"What? Are you nuts?" I ask with wide eyes. "Dude, no."

"Come on, I've seen you naked already. What's the big deal?" He says all chill as if it's nothing, making me blush and shake a bit.

"Why do you want to play that? Out of all the games..."

"I'm curious. Don't you want to ask me stuff?"

"Right. I'd rather answer dumb shit before stripping out." I say, honestly.

"Then let's play." He says, taking a few seconds tl think. "Alright, let's start easy: when was the last time you kissed someone?"

"Uhm, like two days ago." I recall my make out session with Danielle.

"Cool. Your turn."

"Okay, uhm..." I have to think this through. "When was the last time you had sex?"

"Oh well." He says, kind of surprised I asked that. I bet it was like last night, with his girlfriend. "Like two months ago."

"Two months ago!?" I basically yell. "No fucking way."

"Yes fucking way."

"You wouldn't hold it so long."

"I do last tho..." He says with a double meaning.

"Oh shut up." I say, shrugging it off. "What about your girlfriend? Don't you guys..."

"My girlfriend..." He mumbles, looking down. "We're not in a really good place. She's uhm- I don't even know. I don't even know if I have a girlfriend anymore, to be honest."

"Oh, alright." I say, trying to change the subject. "Next question."

"Right. For how long have you liked me?"

"Oh come on, not that again." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Answer!" He says like a child. "Or strip." He smirks, not like a child this time.

Since this topic is extremely weird for me, admitting I had a crush on him for so long, and since I hated lying, I chose to take my over-sized hoodie off, exposing my black tank top.

"Damn, girl."

"How long is it?" I ask immediately.

"That's something you have to see yourself." He says and proceeds to take his hoodie off, leaving him shirtless. "What's the boldest thing you've ever done?"

His question makes me think about the few 'bold' things I have done in the past. I once threw up on my gymnastics teacher, but that wasn't really a choice. I stuck gum on this annoying girl's hair, but that was pretty childish. I once pushed this bully down the stairs, but... yeah that was wrong and bold, but none of that compares to what happened at the movies. That was not bold because of the mere act, but because it wasn't something I'd do, because it was something I did out of the pure need to free myself and do whatever I felt like doing without a remorse. Which kept coming back after everything out of line that I'd do.