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"Shut that window! It's making kids cold!" a teacher yelled at us.
Mia and Halls were watching a movie. Halls on my lap.
Kevin scooted up. "I got it." I told him.
He ignores me and leaned across us to close the window.
I bit my lip.
His arm kept hitting my head so I grabbed his forearm.
Dear God it flexed when shutting a window! I took my hand off and he bumped me again.
"Okay I'll just do this." I laughed and put my hand back.
He snapped it shut and pulled back, hitting Halls in the process.
"Thanks." I turned around and faces Kevin and Ms. K.
I kinda envied and felt bad for Ms. K. She's sat by Kevin all the way here and back.
She's been hit with numerous pillow pets due to Kevin.
She's also at through hours of country, which she hates.
Speaking of country...
"Ms. K! Imma play you a song." Kevin announced.
He played 'Remember When by Allen Jackson', AKA his favorite singer.
He put the speaker he plugged in, by Ms. K.
He started singing.
I quickly got out my iPod and recorded.
He was average, cute enough that he could sing to someone and they'd think it's cute.
"Remember When." he laughed.
"Oh I'll remember." Ms. K laughed. She was literally crying!
"Dude she's crying." Kevin laughed.
Once he finished the part of the bus that listened, clapped.
That was adorable! The feels!!
My great aunt texted me.
It was a picture of my grandpas headstone. We had to wait a while to get a double grave.
"Awe I wanna cry now." I said as I leaned on my chair, facing bckwards.
"Why?" Ms. K asked.
"They sent me a picture of my grandpas grave since it just came in and all."
"Oh I'm sorry."
Kevin snapped his head up.
"What? Your grandma died? I'm sorry." he pierced me with those big brown eyes.
"No. My grandpa but thanks." I smiled.
Kevin started singing a country song that was sadly unknown to me.
"No more country it's sad!"
"Not true!" I retorted.
Kevin changed the song to Whiskey Lullaby.
"I love this song! It's so sad!" I exclaimed.
"I know me too." Kevin replied, working his phone.
"Show her the video!" I told him. He nodded.
"What's it about?" She asked.
"It's about this guy in the army. He comes back and finds his wife in bed with another man. And he starts drinking and drinks himself to death then she does too and they bury them next to each other in their yard and a little girl turns around and sees that like in heaven they get back together as angels and the little girl smiles and walks off." I explained.
"That's crazy. Why would you kill yourself over that?"
"No they meant drank self to death. Like bottle to his head and pulled the trigger; bottles don't have triggers."
I kinda hoped I had it right. I watched it years ago and it made me cry.
"Choir girls!!" they called as the bus stopped
"Awe! Kevin tell me about it Monday! Er Tuesday!" I told him.
He had a golf tournament Monday. He's amazing at golf. I don't like the sport nessesarily but he does.
"Okay! Hey good luck!" he called.
"Thanks!" I shouted over the now coming 'Good Luck's'.
I left him on a good note despite our fighting! Hell yes!
That day of April 19th, 2013, I had a purely great time. Besides Nick and Seth and other drama, it was all worth it.
Because no matter how upset I was, he found a way to cheer me up.
I missed him already. He was my own personal entertainment for the trip.
So thank you Kevin, for making my trips a little bit brighter :D
And thanks Sami for being the only person to text me at 5am(;
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Short but I warned you! Comment what your thoughts were on the trip!
Much love!
Shyanne xx.
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What He Really Did
Non-FictionOnce upon a time...I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye... She never thought an innocent crush could ruin her life... Ever since Nick broke up with her, her life has been turned upside down. Even her friends...have turned their backs on...
