Mr Cliché.

-FORTY-

Narrators pov.

Some time later..

Armani stood in front of her full length mirror. The bright red graduation gown adorning her body, flowing till her ankles . Her glossed lips shimmered with her smile as she adjusted its large collar.

Today was the day. Graduation day.

The end of a high school era, and the start of something bigger, something brighter..

"Mani?"..

A knock emitted and in her mother walked, grinning proudly at her young graduate scholar.

"well don't you look pretty.. Are you ready?"

Armani breathed in, then immediately nodded afterwards before saying;

"yes mam"

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1 MONTH AGO
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S C E N E
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Mr cliches
Finale
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Armani's pov
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"mmm I like this one"

Sebastion pointed at the picture with the model in a pretty blue floral dress that I had showed to him on my phone. We were seated in my back yard, under a tree while he laid his head on my lap with me seated against the old oak.

It was now a cooler season, with falling leaves and less summer sun.

I looked at the picture myself, examining the design.

"nah corny this is mad lame.. Its giving tacky"

We were in the middle, or rather I, was in the middle of picking a dress for graduation.. And the thought was nearly SICKENING!

SICKENING! because I was fucking nervous as balls, and still anxious about life after high-school.

From the side of my phone screen I looked down at cornys head as he looked like he was day dreaming. We had grown close in less than a month, and our.. Relationship was moving at a very comfortable pace..

But now a question arose..

What happens after graduation?

I mean he's going to New York.. And well, I got accepted over seas to study film and creative writing. I was excited but I couldn't run away from the pain throbbing fear of.. Possibly loosing him and never seeing him again..

I actually really really liked him..

A lot.

"watchu thinkin' about?"

I snapped out of my thoughts.

"hm?"

I hummed now focusing my sets on his oceanic eyes. I watched as he slowly moved from his laid position to sit up and look at me. I grinned at his pretty face as the sun kissed his tan yet porcelain skin, making his eyes seem like light beach tides, not to mention he had stopped dying his hair so now he was in his natural blonde style. He looked cute and charming like a typical 90s heart throb. Inside I was blushing at the sight of him.