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YOUR POV,
'Hmm... should I eat Fruit Loops or (Favorite Cereal)?' You hummed, deeply in thought. As you were busy deciding on which cereal to choose from, your mom had had enough and snatched the former away from you.
"Mom...?" You were immediately cut off by your mom ushering you to your seat.
"You look like you had a hard time choosing. I chose for you. Now, eat."
You laughed and started eating breakfast your mom prepared for the two of you.
"I heard there'll be a new exchange student at your school." Your mom spoke, ending the comfortable silence with a little chat.
"Oh, yeah! To be honest, I am quite curious to meet them! Though, I think I'll just end up hiding behind Marco again."
"Ah, and how are you and Marco? Are you two dati-" You grimaced, "Mom, no! I only see him as a friend. Besides, he likes Jackie." Your face was red from embarrassment. Your mom swatted her hand, chuckling at your reaction.
"Okay, whatever you say. Anyways, I'll be going now. Don't be late for school, sweetie. You're only ten minutes away and yet you were still late like last time."
You groaned, "Yeah, mom. I'm not thirteen anymore." Your mom chuckled and left the room but not without placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving.
You put aside the plates you and your mom used and went to clean them. You bid your mother farewell and went back to your current task.
After all that, you went to your room. It's a bit messy, but hey, you weren't complaining. It's what you call an organized chaos. Reaching for your bag, you heard someone knock at the door. Loudly that you heard it from your room, a shout of your name followed and you recogniized the voice.
You grabbed your bag first before running down the stairs. Placing your bag on a nearby table and dashed towards the door. Opening the door and there you see Marco.
"You ready to go?" Asked Marco. Casually entering your humble abode as you let him in. "Nah, give me a minute. I have to do something." Marco nodded in response and sat on the couch, bringing our his phone to pass time while waiting for you.
You went back up to the bathroom and fixed yourself, double checking on the mirror before deciding you were good to go. After that, you walked back to Marco. You waved your hand to catch his attention and grabbed your things.
"Come on. Let's go, slowpoke-"
"I didn't just spend fifteen minutes looking at myself in the mirror." He shot back.
