Haley's POV:

"That's great Claire! It's about time he asked you out, it was so obvious he likes you!" I said as I noticed Hunter was peaking over to see me. I ran my fingers through my messy long brown hair, teal highlights spread out between my fingers as the single strands separated and grouped back together. Man I need to wash my hair. That was one of the biggest thoughts going around in my head, and wondering when my piercings would stop bothering me. It's only been a couple of months since I got them done, but jeez! I pretty much took up all the space on both my ears (industrial, standard lobes, transverse lobe, upper lobe, helix, rook, snug, orbital, outer conch, forward helix, daith, inner conch, tragus, ragnar, and anti-tragus), had a nostril nose piercing done, eyebrow (right), a lip piercing (right), belly button piercing, and I think that's all, or at least all I'm aware of (of course the most recent one was my industrial and lip piercing, the others were still kinda sore, but bearable, but sleeping hasn't been easy lately). It was the deal I made with my mom, at first she wasn't too excited about it, but she got over it. And next I'm planning out a tattoo, I knew I wanted it to be something to do with a mermaid, the initials "A, C, and H" involved somewhere and I'm already practicing driving. There's an aquarium down the street from the school and they already accepted my application, I had an interview and I'm expected to start work today after school. Hunter's been working there for years, he's heard about my mom and was really excited to meet her, they get along well. And the fact that he has a black Mohawk doesn't even bother her! I was surprised, but he's a nice guy, he's just different . . . like me I guess. He has these really cool eyes, one's green and the other is blue. He said his mom had the same eyes. She passed away when he was twelve, so he's gone through a lot . . . his dad eventually remarried, he said he likes his stepmom, but he wished she would stop trying to "damper on his style" or at least that's how he says it. She always tries to get him to wear his hair "normally," and to stop wearing shirts with skulls, no band shirts, and take out his (what she calls) pluggers, but she means ear plugs (2.05 mm was the biggest he wanted). He's got a helix piercing, nostril nose ring, septum pierced, an eyebrow piercing (left), labret, and lip piercing. And he has tattoos; his stepmom went with him, same with his piercings (he's got a kickass dragon on one arm, nearly taking up the entire space, and a sexy mermaid on the other, she's about a quarter of the size of the dragon, taking up only some of the upper arm area). At first she wasn't too keen on it, but he used his devilish charm, that and said he wouldn't tell his dad the fact that she was shopping everyday, using his cards and putting them into some deep water, but his dad has a very steady job.

"So Claire, are you coming to Australia this summer?" I inquired as I went to my bag, grabbing a pain pill and took it with water as I listened to Claire on the other line.

"Well, I talked to my grandparents and they're thinking about it. But I wanted to talk to you about something . . . our wish." Claire paused to see what I would say.

"Oh?" I turned around away from Hunter, who I noticed he walked over to me.

"Yea, I've thought about it a lot, and I know it can't defy the laws of nature, but what if we made kind of like a place we could go to when we want to see each other . . . I was thinking Fiji?" Claire paused.

"Hmm, let-me think about it. I gotta get back, the bell just rang, but I'll call you tomorrow ok?" I asked as I played with my helix piercing, the one I'd had the longest besides my lobe piercings, so it didn't hurt.

"Sure, how's Hunter?" Claire asked.

"Fine, wanna say hi Hunter?" I asked he nodded as he said a quick hello, chatted with her for a bit and hung up the phone.

"I was going to say bye." I crossed my arms as he handed me my phone.

"Oops." He shrugged as I noticed his cheeks were slightly blushed.

"What did she say to you?" I looked at him as he turned his head and smiled somewhat awkwardly, I knew that look . . . it was time to change the subject that and it was time for class.

"Sooo, what are you doing Friday?" He asked out of the blue as I looked at him questionably.