Perfection reined supreme over the rest of the school year; though there were good days and bad, Faythe and Danté let them go with ease, too caught up in their own world to have a care. The rest of the year came and went without anyone noticing.
Danté burst through the front doors of the school, Faythe on his shoulders; Vincent followed after, Ava on his back. They ran to the parking lot like that, all four on cloud nine and then some, laughing and joking as they all almost got run over by a school bus. Danté set Faythe down on her side of the car, opening her door for her.
"Vinny, Faythe and I are going directly ho-" Danté began to say, turning to look at his brother, who already had his arms around his girlfriend, and his lips pressed to hers. Danté stopped talking, rolling his eyes with disgust and getting in the car.
Faythe looked at him, slightly confused, "What's that look for?" Danté gestured out the window, Faythe looking out, wanting an explanation. "Oh, the make-out-whores are at it again, eh? Whatever, they can call us if they need anything. By the way, I'm spending the night, so I'ma call my dad."
"Sure, Beautiful; its 'whatever-you-say-goes' right now." Danté laughed, handing her his cell phone. She dialed the all-too familiar number and waited for her dad to answer.
"Hello, Daddy. Can I spend the night at Ava's tonight?" There was a pause as her father spoke; Danté watched her taking in her every change in expression. "Okay, thanks. Yeah, I'll have a ride home; Ava said she would take me." she was so animated and alive; Danté didn't think there could ever possibly be anyone else for him. She hung up then, handing it back to Danté.
"Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Faythe's heart fluttered, "He said it was okay, so long as the slut brings me home."
"Why does he want Vinny to drive you?" Danté joked, earning himself a playful slap on the arm, but amended with a kiss in apology.
"No, Danté, the other slut." Danté laughed, starting the car and driving back to his house, leaving Vincent and Ava, faces still attached, practically fornicating on the trunk of his car.