Thirty One

"There you are, I've been looking all around for you." Came the familiar voice.

My racing heart seemed to calm a bit when I realised who I had bumped into.

Finn.

He's dressed in the most fashionable way I've ever seen him apart for the school uniform and his work out clothes. His chest seemed broader in the white shirts, the buttons are opened, revealing his firm chest and a part of what I believed six parts. The sleeves are rolleda and I tried not to let my eyes drift to the viens in them.

I sighed, happy to see a farmilar face.

He's hot no doubt. I wonder what it would be like to be with him. I shook my head, in a an attempt to get those thoughts out my head. I can't be having those thoughts.

He chuckled as if he could read the dirty thoughts I'm having about him in my head. I hope he couldn't.

"Me too. I was trying to get water but I don't think there's any here. The fridge is stocked up with booze and more booze. I was on my way to check upstairs." I explained, hoping he would