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You probably won't believe it, but Zane and I spent the night inside his car. It started with a kiss, then me taking off his shirt, then him taking off my shirt and you know the rest. Point is, we fell asleep in his car.
"What time is it?" Zane asked and I looked at my phone.
"8 am" I answered and he took a deep breath.
"I won't complain about last night at all, but I will complain about sleeping in my car" He said and I shrugged.
"It could've been worse. We could've had slept on the grass, ants biting our butts and mosquitoes drinking our blood. So yeah, it could've been worse" I said and smiled at the end.
"Yeah, true" He said.
"So...are we going to go home?" I asked and he nodded.
"But first..."
He pulled me to him and sat me on his lap.
"Morning breath" I said and he shrugged.
"I don't care" He said and kissed me on the lips.
That is disgusting.
Yeah, whatever. If we ever get married we're going to kiss a lot in the mornings. Morning breath is nothing. Right? Ok, it is something. My morning breath is disgusting.
"I'm hungry" I whined and sat back on my seat.
"Fine. We'll go home" I smiled.
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We walked inside the house and saw Ezra smirking. Of course he's waiting for us. He's a bully and he's ready to bully us.
"Sleeping in the woods, huh?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"You should really cut off your tongue and stick it up your ass" Zane said and I nodded.
"I really hope an ant bit you right on your asshole" Ezra said and then walked away.
Zane groaned and so did I.
"My legs hurt" I said and he smirked.
"I'm glad you appreciate my hard work" He said.
"You're completely disgusting" I said and he blew me a kiss.
"But you love me" He said and then walked upstairs.
Angela walked inside the living room, a huge smile on her lips, and I internally groaned. She wants something. And that something has to do with me.
"Hello, sweetheart!" She said, excited and I smiled.
She's a very cheerful woman. A strict, yet very cheerful woman.
"Hi, Angela" I said.
"We haven't gone back to school shopping yet" She said and I mentally cried.
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