Things were finally looking up, but it didn't take long for everything to come crashing right back down again. Now, Scarlett feels like her life is spiraling out of control. One aspect of her life after another keeps getting flipped completely upsid...
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"Well, would you look at what we have here — president of the Film Society." Letty smiles as Eric turns around and looks at her.
"You're back!" He drops what he's carrying and runs over to hug her, he then spins her around as he lifts her off of her feet. "I missed you. Never go away for an entire Summer again."
"Eric, we talked all the time while I was gone." She chuckles as she settles back on her feet, but he still doesn't let her go. His arms are wrapped tightly around her, and her smile widens as she hugs him. "I missed you too."
"Aren't they just adorable?" A female voice says from behind Letty, and she rolls her dark eyes.
"Shut up, Hope."
"Ooh." Dean laughs. "Finally gets back to her boy-toy and she's still all testy."
"He thinks I won't hurt him." Letty tells Eric as she pulls back. "So, what film are you—" She sees the title on the poster and then looks back at her boyfriend. "Paint Your Wagon?"
"It's a cowboy musical." Eric tells her. "And apparently it's Coach Franklin's favorite film."
"Right." She nods.
"I tried asking Feeny if I could show something where people get slashed or gored or disemboweled—"
"Ah, something with a story." She says sarcastically, knowing that that was his argument.
"Exactly!" He smiles, and she chuckles as she looks at him. "He said no horror films."
"Let me guess — violent and twisted characters have no place on a high school campus."
"You were standing there for our conversation, weren't you?" He asks, and she shrugs.
"I was gonna say something sooner, but I got a little distracted by the hair." The brunette says as she reaches up to touch the ends of his hair that's slightly longer than the last time she saw him, a few months ago. "I like it."
"Speaking of new hair — no more curls?" He asks as he brushes her hair away from her face, and she shrugs.
"Sometimes, maybe. I just wanted to try something new." She says as she lets her crunched hair fall forward. "It doesn't look bad, does it?"
"Nothing could ever look bad on you." He tells her, and she smiles as her brown eyes meet his lighter ones again.
"Hey, Scarlett?" A male voice gets her attention, and she turns.
