A/N: Hello! Thanks for reading and reviewing- you're all lovely :3
Special thanks to reviwer #32, her-eyes-fiery-pinpricks. You've really helped me to not leave this story to die, like all my others. Thank you, you're the best :)
Disclaimer: Hello. My name is not Ridley Pearson. I claim to own nothing.
"If your house was on fire, what would you save?" Amanda asks, sitting beside him on the park bench.
Finn thinks about this for a minute, feeling the sun heat the back of his head.
"Can I save people?" He asks, watching her play with her hair.
"No," She shakes her head. "They can walk on their own."
"Well, can I at least tell them there's a fire?"
"Finn!"
"What?" He pretends to be clueless, just to get a reaction.
She sighs impatiently, rolling her eyes.
Finn tries not to smile. He loves when she does that.
"I'd save my laptop, some money, and my bike, I guess." He finally answers, shrugging.
"You wouldn't save your Matt Damon poster?" Amanda asks, all wide eyes and fake innocence.
He makes a face, making her laugh.
"What would you save?" Finn asks.
"Well, since Jess can save her diary, probably nothing." Amanda responds.
"You wouldn't save Jeannie's poster of me?" Finn tries to sound hurt.
"I'd let it burn." She says dramatically.
Finn gasps.
Amanda nods. "Oh, yeah. Finally, Jeannie would have nothing to stare at."
"I could give her a new one." Finn says, even though the fact that people have posters of him creeps him out.
"I would never forgive you. Ever, ever."
He laughs and they just stare at each other for a moment, smiling. He feels a warmth that has nothing to do with the sun.
She takes his hand and looks away.
Neither talks, but it's not awkward. It's the kind of silence that you share with those people you know everything about, people who are just happy with your company.
They stay like that for a very long time.
Yeah, wasn't very happy with the way this one turned out. But oh well.