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"Oh, no no no no no," I sighed with a smile, "We aren't together."

"Then why the hell do you keep ending up in situations like this?" Caleb threw his arms up in the air in frustration.

"Because we just do, Caleb!" Finn raised his voice.

"Look, I'm not in a relationship. Never have been. But I know for a fact that people don't just end up in situations like you too unless there's something going on between them," Caleb pointed out, sounding defeated.

I glanced at Finn, then back at Caleb.

"Now, back to my question. Since when?" Caleb pressed, crossing his arms.

"I don't know...Emmys night?" I guessed.

"Emmys night..." Caleb repeated, and started tapping his foot, then mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Finn asked, sounding annoyed.

"So you guys did kiss when you were dancing at the Emmys," Caleb realized.

My eyes darted to Finn's, and we shared the same expression.

Fear.

"Okay, you two clearly haven't figured out what's going on between you. And I'll stay out of your way. Just know that the longer you keep this up unexplained, the more confused and concerned the rest of us are getting," Caleb said, then left the room.

Finn and I shared a confused glance, broken by the sound of an alarm on my phone. I reached over to the bedside table, picking up the shaking device.

It read:

9:45AM: Character Meeting in Writers Room

I froze, my eyes wide in shock.

"Millie what time is it?" Finn asked, voice full of direction and worry.

"Uh-Um-Oh God," I stammered out.

"What time is it!" he raised his voice, standing up. He reached across, grabbing my phone from my fingers.

"S-Shit Millie," Finn mumbled, then went to his closet. He stood there for a second, tapping his foot frantically.

"Can you help me pick something out please," Finn spat anxiously, more like a command.

"Um..Sure," I agreed, slightly confused. I stood up from the bed, and joined Finn among his clothes.

"Hmm..." I murmured, bringing a hand to my hip as my eyes scanned his shirts and sweaters. "How about this?" I asked, pulling a mustard yellow pull-over from a hanger.

"I've actually never worn that before," he admitted.

"Really? You should try it," I suggested, and he nodded thoughtfully. He took the hanger from my hand, about to turn out of the closet.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, and he stopped to face me again, "You need pants too."

He looked down himself, noticing that he was wearing plaid pajama pants, then looked up at me with a goofy grin.

"Here," I offered, throwing a pair of black jeans at him, "Go try this on."

Finn left the closet, and I closed the door so he could change in the main bedroom area. Three knocks on the door told me he was ready, so I opened the door.

Woah.

The colour against his skin, his hair, his eyes.

"You look...." I trailed off, finding myself at a loss for words.