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Finally! After months of planning, it was actually happening! I rushed to my back up to my bedroom. My clothes were already picked out, as they had been for a year now, but obviously Luke couldn't know that. I had to look "chic" (whatever that means, I found it on Mom's Word of the Day calender), but like I-just-picked-this-out-of-my-really-well-stocked-closet-and-have-definitely-not-been-planning-this-one-trip-to-Starbucks-for-fourteen-months chic.


I laid my clothes out on my bed and surveyed them. I had one (1) pair of ripped short shorts, one (1) cliché model-body croptop, one (1) ridiculously oversized and supposedly fashionable cardigan. And, of course, my Ugg boots.


"Wyen, Luke's waiting!" my mom called.

"Coming!" I warbled back.


When I got back downstairs Luke was still trying to text his mother. Silly boy! He doesn't know that I disabled his phone! LOL!!


I grabbed him by the arm and took him outside. There was a cab waiting for us, the motor already running. "Come on man, hit the gas!" I screamed politely at the driver. I DID IT! I WAS ON MY WAY TO STARBUCKS WITH MY SUPER LOVING BOYFRIEND LUKE HEMMINGWAY WHO WORSHIPS AND ADORES ME!!!

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