ALEX
Finn hooks his pinky against mine as we wait for the eclipse.
We smile and just stare at each other, occasionally looking outside.
“It’s showtime, lovebirds,” Shae says.
“I’m nervous,” I tell Finn.
He holds up his index finger and presses the pad against my lips. “I can’t wait for this.”
She puts her hands on her hips, looking at us with wide eyes. “Oh my god. Are you going to kiss on stage?”
“That’s career suicide,” I tell her. I extract myself from Finn and stand, throwing myself against Shae before she could try to run away. “Thank you, Shae. For everything. You’re the coolest person I’ve met.”
She awkwardly pats my back. “O-okay. True.”
I smile at her one last time and hear the band’s name being called. Finn and I look at each other one last time.
“I’ll see you soon,” I
