Well, it's been forever, but I think I'm back in my writing groove. I'm gonna say 1-2 more chapters, and that'll have about wrapped this story up. Freshman Year anyway, we'll just have to wait and see what comes next... :D Enjoy!
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Mark waited on the steps of the school, fiddling with his camera.
As the sun dipped below the city skyline, the double doors opened, and out stepped an exhausted looking Alexi.
"How do you think it went?" Mark questioned, getting up as she walked toward him.
Alexi looked at him with her big green eyes and murmured, "I'm not sure. I think well. At least I hope..."
"Come on," Mark said, "Let's go get you something to eat. You look like you need a burger, fries, and a large chocolate shake."
"You a mind reader, Mark?" she giggled.
"No," he replied, smiling, "That's exactly what I had after my audition last summer."
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Meanwhile, two teens browsed rack after rack of clothing, searching for the perfect gift for Mimi.
"What do you think of this one, Ange?" Collins murmured, holding up a gray tank-top with black sequins.
Angel looked it over and gave the hatted boy a smile.
"It's perfect," he whispered, grabbing the top and running his hands over the delicate material.
"They have one in your size you know," Collins added as an afterthought.
This caused the Hispanic boy to do a double take, "Collins, it doesn't bug you that I..."
He let the sentence hang above them for a moment until Collins replied.
"Sweetie, I don't care how you dress, or act, or talk. As long as you're happy, I'm happy too."
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"You what?" Joanne screeched, staring wildly at Maureen's expressionless face.
"I may have kissed Johnny Carter from our drama class yesterday after school when we were working on our biology project," Maureen repeated.
Joanne rubbed her face with her hands, "Please, please, stop saying that."
"Well you asked me what I did! And I told you, why are you yelling at me?" Maureen replied, aggravated.
"I heard you the first time, I'm just shocked, okay!" Joanne exclaimed, feeling her heart shattering a bit more every second.
"Look, Pookie, I'm sorry," the brunette cried out, finally breaking her cool demeanor.
Joanne looked at her, "No, if you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place."
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Roger looked to all the crumpled balls of paper scattered about his room.
"God, this is hopeless!" the rocker exclaimed, tossing his notepad aside.
His phone vibrated just then, and when he looked at the message he smiled.
hey! :D
:3 meems
With that, he picked up his notebook and began to write again.
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I wanted to do a 'heart' in Mimi's text message, but it wouldn't let me, so I opted for the 'cutesy' smiley instead. :D
Thanks for reading!
