cinnamon in my teeth from your kiss.
( my life with the walter boys, s1-s? )
( isaac garcia x fem! oc )
( started - december 27th, 2023 )
( published - december 27th, 2023 )
( completed - ??/??/?? )
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( ✦ ͙ ˚ / ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ )
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The homecoming huddle was tomorrow and the student council meeting came to a conclusion to raise money by a silent auction, it was a good idea, the only problem was the fact that it was so last minute.
"My hands cramping up." August complained, eventually putting down her paintbrush that she used to paint the canvas in front of her. "I'm taking a break."
"You drew one thing." Jackie deadpanned. "And it was the smallest flower ever that we didn't even need."
As of this moment her, Sky, and Grace were in Jackie's room trying to piece together everything for tomorrow. Well, August and Sky were, Grace was there because she was bored which none of the three minded.
"I also drew a heart!" August defended as she fell back on the bed with Grace, letting out an exasperated sigh as if she had been working her whole life. "And it was a really good one too."
Though Jackie ignored her state, now announcing the things she knew. "Okay so, Tony's is in for five premium oil changes and Kiley just texted and said Monty's wants to donate an entire month of free pizza."
"I am bidding for the pizza." August claimed.
Jackie laughed. "I wasn't expecting this level of support." She noted. "Everyone is so nice here."
"Okay when are we going to take a break?" Grace quizzed instantly, sitting up from where she sat as August played with the pillowcases beside from her while laying on her stomach. "I wanna do something fun."
"Working on the auction for tomorrow is fun." August attempted to sound convincing, but the words hadn't even been true to her in the first place so she miserably failed. Now she was looking at Jackie for help. "Right?"
"If this auction falls even a dollar short of our goal, you know Erin will hold it over my head until we graduate."
"You just made it sound miserable."
"Exactly so we all might as well all have some fun now." Grace insisted with a grin.
"What's your definition of fun exactly . . . ?" August interrogated from beside her.
