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The ferry was a giant boat, with both cars and people on it. We claimed a place inside. I ended up sitting with Aris, Winston, and Thomas. By now I had noticed Aris wasn't very talkative. Winston was very nice, though. And a bit of a crack head like Thomas.

"So there's mountains in Norway." Thomas crossed his arms weirdly, leaning back on his seat. "With snow. And we're gonna climb one?"

"Probably." I stated.

He gasped. "Are we going on the Mount Everest?"

I nearly slammed my head in the table.

"Thomas, come on!" Winston threw his hands in the air. "The Mount Everest ain't in Norway."

"How am I supposed to know? They don't teach that at school." He rubbed his chin. "Wait, maybe they did mention it. Anyway. Can we take a selfie?"

"Why?"

"A collection for my cousin." Thomas explained proudly, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Smile!"

It was a very awkward picture, but hey, the boy was happy. "Imma send this to Chuck right away."

"Since when is he your cousin?" Winston buried his head in his hands, clearly familiar with this nonsense of Thomas, and his random changes of mood.

"Since my father's brother decided to have a kid with my aunt." 

"Thomas, you're a genius. Really."

"Thomas Edison for a reason, man." He gave himself a pat on the shoulder. "Quinn are you related to—."

"Have you seen my username?" I cut him off. By now I had lost count of how many people had made this joke. "No. I'm not related to Peter Parker."

"Imagine if you have spiderwebs coming from your wrist and—."

"Imagine that you created a light bulb, Thomas Edison." I shot back.

"Imagine if an apple once fell on Newt's head and he made up that gravity theory."

"What?"

"What?" Thomas shrugged. "His last name is Isaacs. Newt Isaacs. Isaac Newton. Newton Isaacs. And imagine if Aris is a philosopher like Aristoteles, he—."

"Okay. Enough with the names." Winston stopped him. "But is Frypan Frypan's actual name though?"

"Nah. It's Siggy. Minho named him Fry." A pause. "But you're right. No more names. What can we talk about?"

Everyone gave a shrug.

"I'm gonna take a look around." He decided, seeming to talk to mostly himself. "Feel free to follow."

I did as he suggested, so followed the boy around the giant ship, watching my eyes out. Bars, more tables, the sea... everything.

"Yo!" Thomas leaned against Newt and Minho their table. I already started to think he never wanted to take a look around and purely wanted to join his other friends. "Leaving me out, are ya?"

They chuckled. Newt scooted to the side so Thomas could join. I stood there awkwardly, not exactly knowing if I was welcome or not.

Until Minho moved, too, and let me sit. While Newt and Thomas didn't mind that their shoulders kept touching, Minho and I kept as much distance between us as possible. 

"So what's up? Don't say the sky." The brunette glared at Minho. "Well?"

"Just talking." Minho replied. "Doing some work, too."

"You brought your laptop?" Thomas nearly screamed through the whole ferry. "Ah, come on! I swear to—."

"Yes, I brought my laptop. Any problems?"

"I'll personally throw it off this ship." He stated while attempting to give Minho a death stare.

"Followed by you." Minho crossed his arms.

Oh, lord.

When he did that, his muscles tensed even more than usual. Or he was just tensing them on purpose. Veins popped out, his biceps grew bigger, and suddenly he looked even tougher.

(A/N: Come on it's Vera writing this, what did you expect?? It's in every book)

I averted my eyes fast again. There were plenty of guys out there with muscles. Thomas had muscles. There was nothing special or different about Minho's..

"We got five hotel rooms in Switzerland." Minho summarized. "Three for two people, and two for three. Guess who's with who."

"You three together, I'm with Fry, probably. Aris and Winston. Sonya, Harriet, and Teresa." I realized fast, not unhappy about my place.

"I don't agree with that at all." Thomas drummed on the table. "It's not nice to leave Quinn with a boy while those three other girls have a fun sleepover."

"Oh, I'm fine with it." I assured. "Fry's my best friend. And I think he won't mind any face masks or girly stuff."

"Can we switch it up?" He then suggested.

"Why?" A sly grin formed on Minho's lips. "You want to sleep in one bed with Newt?"

"What, no." But his face turned a bit red. "Please don't tell me you got a room with one bed."

He shrugged. "Fry did the booking. I just said what to get."

"Dude. Frypan's like the biggest shipper in this crap world! I swear to god if I end up—."

"No one will end up in one bed with anyone, yeah?" Minho cut him off. "Sorry your wish can't come true, TommyBoy."

"Talking about how I did the booking..." Somehow Frypan appeared next to our table. "I made groups, too."

"Oh, well. Spit it out." I raised an eyebrow.

"Let me sit first." He ordered. Thomas moved even closer to Newt to make place, but it didn't affect Fry. "I want to sit next to Quinn."

My eyes were close to widening when I had to near Minho more. He just stared forward, and I did, too. It was weird. Different than it would've been if I had to move closer to Thomas or Newt.

But maybe that was because they seemed quite gay.

Not in an offensive way.

"Okay. I've got it planned. Why? So we can get to know each other better." Frypan moved his hands as he talked. "Aris and Thomas. The talker and the observer together, awesome. Teresa and I, because we haven't talked a lot lately. Winston and Newt. You two never seem to interact. Sonya and Harriet to grow their relationship even more, and Quinn and Minho, because... I don't know, you fill that spot in for yourself."

Everyone was silent for a while, until Newt spoke, "I'm fine with Winston."

"Aris is cool." Thomas added, nodding. "Did you make sure there were no one bed rooms?"

He nodded too, very fast. "Yep. One hundred procent sure. Absolutely."

"I'm okay with it." Minho straightened his back. "We get our own bed, and we'll do our own thing."

I was very glad he didn't find it weird. "Yeah, same. It's alright."

"Of course it's alright. Even if it wasn't, we would've let you sleep in the same room, no hesitation."

That did make me feel a bit embarrassed, so my cheeks got even redder. Minho laughed awkwardly and humorless, clearly not knowing what to say either.

"We will arrive in ten minutes. Please make sure you have all your stuff packed." A female voice echoed through the speakers. "I repeat..."

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A/N: Okay, random question. What do you like better and why: "you're mine" or "I'm yours"?

Sorry if this chapter was a bit boring!!

Any opinions so far?

x Vera