"Do you remember where Pluto goes?" I ask, picking up the spray painted golf ball I had chosen to be Pluto. Before me sets my 3D model of our solar system on my desk in my room. I haven't quite finished but it's due on Tuesday, so I shouldn't worry.

"Right there next to Neptune," Jake answers, pointing at my model. He returns his arm back around my neck, and I super glue my Pluto next to Neptune. Leaning back into Jake's chest, I sigh. My boyfriend is a very comfortable chair.

"Man, how do you deal with school? It's so stressful," I say, and poke his face. He laughs, poking mine with both hands, making me grin.

"School's not too bad once you get used to it," Jake says. He leans over me and picks up a stack of papers. "I have a lot of calculas homework, but you don't see me freaking out about it. I can get it done this weekend." I shrug. He tickles my neck and I bite his finger with my backmouth. "Hey! Why'd you do that?!" He laughs.

"Quit making me laugh," I smile, and stand up from his lap. "You shouldn't wait to do stuff the last minute," I advise. "I get all of my school work done the second I get to your house." I walk over to my bed, and am about to go get my school luggage when I hear yelling. "Do you hear that?" I ask Jake. He raises an eyebrow, and looks at the door.

"Kaboosh!" I hear someone yell and a fist appears through my door, sending splinters of wood all over the floor.

"Hugh!" I scream. "That is not funny. Now there's a hole in my door!" I complain.

"It's fine," Jake says, observing the door. "My parents are rich." I roll my eyes, and Hugh opens the door, entering my room.

"It's time for dinner," he reports, sticking his hands in his pocket. Jake begins snickering.

"That's all you came to say?!" I yell. "You punched a hole through my door!" Hugh starts laughing and turns around, running down the hallway. I sprint after him. "You won't get too far!" I yell behind him.

"Run, Forrest, run!" Jake calls out from my doorway. What does that even mean?