― ❝Are you kidding me? Look at me and tell me that we don't ooze chemistry.❞
❝Okay, first, you should never be allowed to say ooze, and second...We don't ooze chemistry.❞
❝You totally just lied.❞
OR
―❝ a boy from canada named tj jameson moves to new...
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"In every life, there are landmarks," Cory speaks to the class. "What are the historical markers of ours lives? Most important first."
"Sweet Sixteen." Riley smiled.
Cory shakes his head. "No."
"Arbor Day!" Maya replied, her lips curling to a smile.
"No." Cory shakes his head again. "Even Sweet Sixteen is more important than Arbor Day."
"Sweet Sixteen." Riley repeated.
Maya looks to the side, speaking in a low voice. "Arbor Day." TJ chuckled lightly, smiling at her with amusement.
"No," Cory said. "Most important first."
"Sweet Sixteen is the driveway to our driver's license." Riley voiced.
"Riley, you're not even sixteen yet." TJ reminded her.
Riley waves a dismissive hand. "That's a minor detail."
Maya looks at Cory with a smile. "Arbor Day is the doorway to nobody knows what it is."
Cory looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. Riley smiles at her dad. "And college."
Maya looks at Riley with a pout. "You're going without me?"
Riley turns back to her, looking at her with a smile. "No, you're going to the little one next door."
Maya's eyes lit up at hearing that as she smiled. "Yay!" From his spot beside Maya, TJ chuckled a bit and finds himself smiling at the beautiful blonde.
"Farkle?" Cory looks at the brunette-haired boy, hoping he would help him out.
"Birth." Farkle replied.
"Okay," Cory nods and then points at Riley. "Let's go with that because it's not what you said."
"What's next?" Cory questioned.
Smackle grins. "I win the Noble Prize for Physics."
TJ looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "How is that possible if we just got born?"
Smackle looks at him, the grin never leaving her lips. "Then I'll just wait."
"Our first birthday." Lucas answered Cory's question.
"Okay, birth." Cory nods. "So then, we celebrate our birth every year. What's next?"
Smackle repeats what she said a few seconds ago. "I win the Noble Prize for Physics."
Cory points at her. "Not yet."
Smackle hits her desk with both hands. "Get to it!"
"Our first steps," Zay replies to Cory. "Our first words. Our first day at school."
