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"I can't believe I would listen to you and come back." I shook my head as I took a drag from his cigarette paying attention to The Doors playing in the background. He let out a chuckle while taking the cigarette between his fingers taking a drag himself. "I can't believe the fact your parents believed you had to do something so early in the morning." I rolled my eyes looking at him making a smile form on his lips before planting them on mine. "Yeah, I'm that great their trust is way too high." I rested back a little more feeling our flesh press against each others. He shook his head before looking to the window view. "Why do you like The Doors so much? I mean your binder is full of stuff of them and even when I'm far away I can see pictures of the band or the lead singer... what's his name... Johnny, Jimmy-" "Jim Morrison. One of my favorite bands, kid. You know he was too much of a poet in some way I feel connected to him...' you rather cry, I rather fly.' see aren't those lyrics poetic?" I asked taking his cigarette back taking a drag. "You're weird and for once that's a compliment from me." I rolled my eyes with a smile as I took one of the sheets wrapping it around me as I went to the balcony.

Six- thirty in the morning. The parties were ending, hookers were hiding, junkies went back to make new shit and which ever new killers were out there went back to their normal life. My gaze was focused underneath the balcony seeing as the people disappeared quickly, that's when I felt two arms wrap around me. "Take a quick shower so we can get headed to what you call 'hell.'" I nodded walking back inside towards the restroom hopping into the shower turning the water keys on and being a bit dumb turning the cold water on jumping a bit, later adjusting the coldness to warmth. I took a quick shower since the hotel was half an hour away from school and getting there early was better than being late.

Just as I was done I grabbed one of the towels wrapping it around my body and another one around my hair getting out quickly. "Hurry up, I don't like getting to hell late." I rush him sitting down on the bed taking my clothes to hand from the floor putting everything as fast as I could. "You don't like getting there late, but you do like ditching." Corey yelled from the restroom before closing the door. "Oh yeah! Totally!" I shout back as I put my clothing on and once I was done I just put my hair up in a ponytail. Making the bed trying to get more comfortable I lay down listening to 'summer is almost gone' thinking of how this summer will go.

The sheets fell freshly cold as the sunlight came in through the cracks of the blinds making it all better. "Lets go." Corey announced walking out of the restroom running his fingers through his wet hair. "What time is it?" I asked him beginning to walk towards the door. I had simply worn washed out mom jeans and a tucked in pastel pink shirt. along with clear glittery gel sandals since summer was already here. "So, are you ready for graduation?" I ask him walking out of the hotel's room, him following behind. "Actually... I don't know." I raised an eyebrow at his response looking his way as we made our way to the elevator. "Are you?" He asked as we got into the elevator. "Yes. Once we graduate I'm going to live my life and wait until I'm 27 to join the 27 club." I smiled lightly at myself as I just stood there waiting for the elevator doors to open once we got to the first floor. "You mean as in join, those singers you listen to all the time?" I nodded with a smile. "But first I need to make something our of myself. I mean if you look at it; they were all singers and I can't do music for my life, so I don't know. I don't want to be part of the 74 club." He shook his head wrapping an arm around my shoulder, but in a matter of seconds he removed it. "You're too crazy, kid." He let out a small chuckle making me roll my eyes as we went to the register counter returning the key and heading out the hotel walking to his car and hopping in, he immediately began to drive towards hell. "I'll be a poet and a painter... Yeah! Alexander Bashlachev was a poet and Jean-Michel Basquiat was a painter and they died two years ago." "But they also formed a band and were musicians- why are you still thinking about this? you should think about the fact Mr. Irons and Mrs. Woods told us to do something in a month when next week is the last day we attend that place." I laughed realizing how right he was. "Wow! I just noticed all this. Well we need to come up with a solution for the 'getting along' problem." using quotation marks I look at him as we stop in a red light. "Oh, but we already did." As the light was still red he leaned in to peck my neck. "Yeah, that's not a good solution to give." I push him off lightly pointing at what has now turned into a green light. "Well lets just tell her that all this after school counseling and detention has made us become close friends." He lastly said pulling up to the school parking lot.