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Millie's POV:

Finn quickly removed his hands from my middle, gluing them to his sides as I wondered what this meeting was about.

"First of all," Matt begun, "You're late. Care to explain?"

"We-uh..." I trailed off.

"We slept in," Finn said honestly, but left out a part of it. I smiled knowingly.

"Yeah," I backed him up, and we took our seats at the long table.

"Second, you're probably wondering why you two are here," Matt continued, and we nodded our heads in agreement.

"Yeah, where are the other kids?" Finn asked, "We always have meeting all together."

"We know, but..." Matt paused, searching for words.

"We needed to talk to you guys alone," Shawn filled in for him, and I shared a confused glance at Finn. He raised an eyebrow at first, then shrugged to look back at the directors.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" I questioned, clasping my hands on the table.

"Is this a Mileven thing?" Finn asked.

"It is related to that, yes," Ross chirped up.

"Okay, so what is it?" I repeated.

"Well...Uh..." Matt stammered, then scratched the back of his head slowly.

"It's just um..." Shawn started, then shut his mouth, displaying a worried look to match Matt's.

"Oh just spit it out!" I exclaimed impatiently.

"What they're trying to say is we need to know if you two are okay with making out for a scene," Ross stated directly.

My heart stopped for a moment, and my breath came to a slow.

Did I hear him right?

"M-Make out?" I stammered, squinting at the directors and the main writers.

"Mhm," Matt added quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh stop cowering and do your job!" Ross smacked Matt on the arm, only half-kidding.

"Anyways," Shawn started, "Are you guys up for it or not?"

"And you don't have to make a choice right away," Ross added.

"Well they kind of do," Matt murmured, and the other directors turned wide eyes on him.

"MATT!" They hollered in unison, startling me a bit. Ross hit his twin brother on the arm again.

"When do we have to decide by?" I asked, confused.

"We're not sure yet. Just soon," Shawn answered, followed by a pregnant pause.

"Can Finn and I just have a second to talk it over, please?" I asked, and the team nodded. They left the writers room, Finn and I alone inside of it.

"So?" I asked, turning in my chair to face Finn.

"So?" he replied.

"Do you want to say yes or what?" Finn questioned.

"Finn, I don't even know how to make out!" I admitted.

"Y-You don't?" Finn stuttered in shock, and I shrugged in embarrassment.

"Maybe I could show you how," Finn said quietly, and I looked back up to him.

"Show me? How?" I asked.