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        "Let's waste time, chasing cars . . ." . . . Still a better song than the radio today.

        I shake my head, and look out the window. I grab my phone, to find millions of texts from Tom, Sonja, Jordan, Tucker, Lizzie, and Leah.

        Tom the most.

        Sighing, I open it up.

        "Erin? You there?"

        "Oh. I guess not. I'll ask later."

        "EriN?"

        "Erin..."

        "I have something to tell youuu"

        "I love teaaa"

        "Dont listen to my vines where I said tea was a stereotypical thing"

        "teaaa"

        "ERIn"

        "erIN"

        "ERIN"

        "ArE WE DATING YEt"

        "wait"

        "****"

        "don't answer that"

        "unless if its a yes"

        "waiT TOM STOP"

        "ugh."

        "well"

        "I..."

        "I think I..."

        "I think I love you Erin. I need to say it before my thumbs accidentally type it."

        There were no more texts from Tom after that. Smiling slightly, I text back.

        "Well. I love Cake, but you dont see me telling cake that  love it, now do you?"

              Smirking, I go to my convo with Jardon Moron- I mean Jordan Maron. I totally didn't mean the moron part. Pfft.

        "Erin"

        "You okay?"

        "I'll take that as a no?"

        "Alright. When you're better, text me."

        Giggling, I reply.

        "I'm fine, Moron."

        I go to my other convos to find them like the one with Jordan's.

        I lay back in my seat, and Chasing Cars ends.

        I then whisper to myself, "Oh, what am I going to do with my pathetic life?"

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