Page 45 of The Nicest Thing
"I'm serious, Finn," I said."I don't think people will like seeing me."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because they want to imagine themselves as the main character.Also, people can be super judgy, especially when it comes to plus-size girls."
Finn nodded."Fuck those people."
My laughter bubbled up and out of me before I could stop it.
"Seriously," he said."Fuck them, Rose."
I smiled as he started swaying with me in his arms."Not sure my readers will appreciate the foul language."
"Not sure I care."
"You know I'll probably never release this, right?"
"That's okay.Then we can keep it for us."
Finn grinned again, spun me out and pulled me right back to him.
"Just dance with me, Rose."
I did, and even if it was the stupidest thing I'd done in my life, I pretended just for a moment that he was mine.Ana interrupted us before it could get too far, shouting that she was closing up.It was a good thing.I completely lost track of how long we'd been dancing.And when I went to bed that night, I could still feel Finn's arms wrapped around me.
CHAPTER 7: Finn
"Hey, does this shirt look okay?"
Arnold glanced up then said, "I guess."
I frowned, studying myself in the mirror."You think it's stuffy?Too old man?"
"I don't know.Maybe."
I threw off my button-down shirt and quickly tugged on another.It was light blue, a classic polo, fitted…maybe too fitted?
"This works," I said, narrowing my gaze."Or is it too tight?"
My roommate grunted in response.
"Arnold, help me out here."
With a sigh, he looked my way as I turned to face him fully.
"What does this shirt say?"
"I think it says 'I'm a pompous ass going to watch a water polo tournament.Pass the crumpets.'"
Crumpets?
What even are those?
I scoffed…then groaned a second later.He was right.
"What's a crumpet anyway?" I grumbled, throwing that shirt into the ever-growing pile.I could barely see my bed.This was getting out of hand.
"It's like a small pancake with holes," Arnold replied."Popular with the Brits."
