Chapter 9

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Sophia's pov:

I smiled to myself.

Were we flirting?

Was he.. Also falling in love?.

"Kay were here." He said, pulling into his driveway.

"Wow." I replied.

In front of us was a giant house. Beautiful, a tall front door, many windows, Halloween decorations all over the place.

He got out of the car and ran to the door, standing under the patio.

"Come on!" He mouthed.

I got out of the car and ran to the patio aswell.

"Ugh my hair!" I said.

"You look fine." He replied.

He opened the door and we got in.

Since it was a little dark outside he turned on the lights.

"I like the house." I said.

"Thanks." He replied.

He dropped his bag on the ground next to the couch.

"Can i put my bag there too?" I asked.

"Ofcourse." He replied.

He walked to the kitchen and i sat down on a chair at the kitchen island.

He started making tea.

"English breakfast with one sugar right?" He asked.

I nodded.

He remembered how i liked my tea.

I can't even remember when the last time we had tea together was.

It must've been somewhere when we were kids. Wendy loved tea and i did too, sometimes when we'd drink tea together Miguel would walk in and annoy me.

"You're gonna drink fanta right?" I said.

He nodded.

I smiled.

"Can i ask? Why don't you like tea?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Its just plain, it barely has any flavor. And the flavor it does have is bad." He said.

"Disagree." I replied.

"Fanta is gross. The carbonation in soda freaks me out. Its nasty and it bubbles up in my mouth. No thanks." I added.

"So not true. Fanta's amazing." He replied.

I grabbed my cup of tea and sat down on the couch.

"You don't have to lie just because you did a collab with it." I said.

"Im not, i love fanta!" He defended, chuckling.

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