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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

♥ ♥ ♥
August 26th 1985

Graceland Harrington

After a nice, quiet week with my parents gone, and partying over. School has finally arrived.

Steve has been messing with me all morning making me think of all the worst scenarios that could happen today.

Before I leave my room I make sure I have all my books in my bag, as well as my schedule. Even though I've been in the school a thousand times, I still feel like I'm gonna get lost.

I walk out of my room, closing my door behind me and make my way to the kitchen. I drop my school bag next to counter and open the pantry door.
   I grab a loaf of bread and take a slice to place it in the toaster.

I turn around and see Steve walk into the room. He gives me a nod and grabs his car keys. "So what are you doing today?" I ask, lean on the counter behind me and cross my arms over my chest.

"Well, Robin got me a job yesterday so I start today while she's at school with you. That reminds me, we gotta pick her up. So hurry" he states and makes his way towards the door.

I grab my toast and my bag and head out the door with Steve.

We jump in and head towards Robins house.

"So...you and Robin are gonna be working with each other?" I ask and look at him with a sly grin. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Nothing like that will happen Gray...so don't even start on that bullshit" he warns.

I raise my hands up in surrender and smile. "I wasn't, I wasn't." I say.

"But...if there ever was a chance-" he cuts me off and repeats himself again. I nod and stay quiet. With how his love life is turning out, I really don't think there will ever be anyone else besides Nancy.

•••••••

I walk into the building and feel multiple eyes on me. Robin apologized a million times for not being able to walk in with me, but she had to go to an emergency meeting for band or something. I honestly can't truly believe that she's that passionate about band.

She never talks about it, only about her friend in it and how she's really funny. But I get it, friends make the worst classes the best.

Not mad at her, just really wish she could've walked me in.

I go to my locker, still having the same one from sophomore year...don't know how that worked out so well for me.

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