Ava's POV:
I woke up on the couch around 6:27. My hair was all in my face, and the television was still on. I got up and opened the teal curtains, expecting another sunny day. After all, it was almost summer.
What I found was rain. Lots of it. It was pouring!
Great. Now how am I supposed to walk to school?
I quickly ran to my room and rifled through my dresser's drawers. After digging for about five minutes, I found my sweatshirt.
Now I know what you're thinking: five minutes spent looking for an insignificant sweatshirt? Well, this sweatshirt hadn't been used since last winter and it's my only one with a quality-ish hood.
Plus, it's Mason's. Now you're probably thinking I'm a thief. Well I'm not. He gave me his basketball team sweatshirt. He'd be happy I was wearing it.
I threw on a t-shirt and some ripped jeans and put Mason's sweatshirt on over it. Almost in response to me putting on the sweatshirt, I heard a car honk outside. When I looked out the window, I saw Mason in his car. I texted him that I'd be down in a minute and rushed downstairs to the exit.
"Hey baby. Ready for the last week of college?" Mason asked. I hopped in the passenger's seat of his car.
"Heck yeah!" I shouted.
"Woah! You don't need to wake up everyone in your building!" He shushed me.
"They'll live." I shrugged.
We drove to our university and were immediately greeted by our friends in the main hall of our school. They didn't want to be outside since it was pouring.
"Hey Ava!" Gabby said as she squished me to death.
"Hey Gabby. Let go!" I pried her arms off of me.
"Where's Marie?" I asked. I looked around but didn't see her.
"Probably off with Barrett behind the bleachers." Gabby answered.
Barrett was Marie's boyfriend. They had been together almost as long as Mason and I had. He was also on the basketball team. He had emerald green eyes and light brown hair.
"Of course you go straight to that." I rolled my eyes. "Come on, let's get to class."
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Mason's POV:
I took Ava to one of those new fancy restaurants in town for our date night. They served a variety of Italian foods. I ordered the Fettuccine Alfredo and Ava ordered the Chicken Parmigiana. It was amazing! We finished our dinner and went to Ava's house after.
"I'm gonna go change. Be right back!" She yelled over her shoulder as she ran to her room. I chuckled. I went to the guest bedroom I called my own whenever I was over and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I walked back out to the living room and plopped on the couch. Soon after, she came out of her room in some pajama shorts and a t-shirt and sat down next to me.
"I have an idea." I started.
"Oh god. Better brace myself." She interrupted and started laughing.
"I came up with a game for us to play." I said.
"What's it called?" She asked.
"Answer or get Tickled." I responded in an evil voice.
"I'm not sure I want to play that." She said cautiously.
"Oh come on. It will be fun!" I encouraged her and gave a puppy dog face.
"Fine. But only because your puppy face is so cute." She huffed. "What are the rules?"
"The other person asks you a question. You have to answer it, or get tickled for five minutes." I explained. "You can ask the first question."
"Okay, I have one. Has a movie ever made you cry?" She asked with a sly look on her face.
"Well, um, yeah." I started awkwardly.
"Which one?" She asked excitedly.
"You're just gonna make fun of me." I said.
"I promise I won't! Please tell me!" She begged. She even gave me the puppy dog face.
"Fine!" I gave in. "The Lion King."
She was quiet for a few moments, but I could tell by looking in her eyes that she was holding in a laugh.
"Go ahead, laugh." I said.
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, she started bursting with laughter. It took a few minutes for her to calm down.
"Sorry but, The Lion King?" She asked, still laughing.
"So much for not making fun of me." I said.
"I said sorry! Anyway, your turn." She replied.
"Okay. Why are you so against seeing your parents?" I asked.
I felt the mood in the living room change immediately. Her normally bright eyes turned cold, just thinking about them.
"It's a long story." She mumbled.
"I can ask a different question if you don't want to answer this one." I offered quickly.
"No, it's fine. I was 12 years old..."
