2- the sleepover

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"Lemme see your paper."

Steve takes math paper from me

"Hey! Cheater!"

"Shhhh"

He put a finger up to my lip, whilst he copies my answers

Why did I like that?

I started over thinking and losing myself is my dirty mind.

He puts the paper down in front of me

He noticed me zoning out

"You good?"

He took me out of my dirty train of thought

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine"

*Ring*

We walk out of the school

"Hey stevie, I gotta go meet someone. I'll see ya later"

"Oh okay, bye princess"

Ugh why does he call me that?

WHY DO I LIKE IT?!

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I walk into the woods by the school

I wait at a picnic bench for my other best friend, Eddie munson. To show up

"Hey"

I heard from behind me

"Hey hoe"

I wave at him

He sits down in front of me, placing his metal lunch box he keeps his weed in in front of me

"So what are we thinking? A 20 ounce For 20 bucks?"

"Sounds good to me"

I give him the cash, and he passes me the weed.

"There you go"

"Thanks, it helps me... Relax.. "

"Cool dude, any who I gotta run. Ive got hellfire tonight! Wanna come?"

"Not tonight man, I've got plans with Stevie"

"Oh, okay. Tell him I said hi will ya?"

"I sure will"

I say as I walk away from him

Leaving him alone, wondering what me and Steve are doing. He quickly loses that train of thought because he doesn't really care.

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I unlocked the door and walked into my house.

"Hey ma!"

"Hey y/n!"

I go up stairs and change into a puffy green and red polo sweater with a white collard shirt underneath with high wasted jeans and white converse

(Or whatever you want if you don't like/aren't comfortable with that :) )

I ran down the stairs, making a little bag of toiletries on my way out.

"I'm sleeping over at Steve's mom!"

"Okay bye!"

I didn't bother to pack clothes, I always just wear Steve's.

I hope in my car and speed down the road to Steve's.

Deep down I'd hoped that something might happen between us. Little did I know, he was thinking the same thing


Steve POV:

"Shit, I gotta clean"

I start picking clothes up off my floor.

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