[14] - Newsflash, Sis!

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"Get up!" A voice yelled right in front of my face.

I opened an eye and got so frightening I scrambled off the bed. I was relieved to see it was just Dylan.

"What the hell, Dyl?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"I got bored," he said shrugging, leaving the room.

I laughed at his dopiness, and decided to quickly get dressed.

***

"So are you riding with me or Ethan this morning?" Dylan asked, eating cereal from the box.

"Ethan," I said, feeling kind of bad. Don't get me wrong, I love riding to school with Dylan, but... Dylan doesn't let me play my music.

"That's okay, that's actually great," he said, looking to the side.

"I'm kind of picking someone up this morning anyways," he smirked.

"And who may be this someone?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Alyssa Riveria." He said, satisfied.

"Riveria?" I asked, as I remembered the last name, "as in, Sasha Riveria?" I gasped.

"Her sister, yeah," he said, chuckling.

"Good one." I said, nodding.

Soon I heard a horn honking outside, and knew it was Ethan. I looked at Dylan who gave me a smirk.

"Catch you in the upside down," he said, waving.

"Did you just," I began as I put on my sweatshirt, "quote Stranger Things?"

"Yes, I did, and I'm happy." He said, crossing his arms and nodding.

"Whatever," I laughed, "see you soon."

I waved before I stepped outside, and saw Ethan's car. I happily made my way down to his car as I slithered into then fresh smelling car.

"It smells so nice in here!" I exclaimed.

"You've spent so much time in here, it now smells like you," Ethan said, kissing my head, "that's why I sleep in here."

I looked at him, shocked.

"I'm kidding," he chuckled, as he drove off.

"Did you have breakfast?" he asks, as we get on the highway.

I shake my head, saying no, which makes him quickly switch lanes.

"Feel like some coffee?" He smiled.

"Is that even a question?" I laughed, looking into my wallet, seeing no money, "but I can't, I don't have any money on me," I sighed.

"Who said you were paying?" He said, pulling into a small shop, shooting me a quick smile.

"Ethan! Coffee's here are like $8!" I exclaimed.

"Think of it as a giving back, a thank you," he smiled as he got out of the car.

"Thank you for what?" I asked, totally confused.

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