♡ She's shy. He's a socialite. Both are different races. She's a teacher's pet. He's an Instagram star and the most popular guy at Middleton High, along with being the principal's son and has EVERY ONE around him. Diane Moore and Travis Sanchez are...
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Mel's/ Melanie's pov
I hurried and grabbed my purse, "Melanie! Come on you know we gotta pick up Diane!" I run out of my room, running down the stairs. Mom slipped into her coat, grabbing her keys and wallet, "Mel!! Where's my girl at?!" I looked and saw dad, "Going to that festival huh?" he grabs something out of the refrigerator.
Despite his age, he didn't look like it in a way, his fluffy brunette hair had few grey stripes in it, and he loved sweaters, especially vests. He had every kind of vest in his closet. My dads name? Vince. Just Vince.
He works for the newspaper, so he's usually in his office working on articles and editing them, except on weekends and holidays. "Vince are you coming or not? You said that they're working on the words this time and you have the visuals!" mom says, "Yeah I'm coming, hold on" he goes to grab his camera and come back with us.
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My phone made a notification sound, I pulled it up, 'Forecast of snow is headed you way!-TWC' "Mom, dad! We're having snow!" "Really? Now that's a sight!" mom says. It went back to silence, dad adjusting and fiddling with his camera and mom driving, " *ahem* So um, dad," "Yeah sweetie?" "You know uh, Travis Sanchez?"
"The rich boy? Or the 'celebrity' of this town?" "He actually is one if you call it, he's almost at a million followers with just 200,000 left!!!" "What abut him?"
"He's.....probably going to be at the festival?" I say slowly but with persuasion. "What?!" there we go! "You talked- I mean actually talked to this guy?!"
"That's our Melanie for us" mom comments. "Mhm." I nod, "Diane and I are going to hang out with him and his friends at the festival"
"Really? Well you two are lucky." "Just don't tell anyone else! I don't want to have paparazzi around him!" "Promise." he assures.
"Just maybe pose for a front page picture, but I won't interrupt yall's fun, just let me know when you want to. Maybe Diane can join too!...if she isn't still upset." "Well we're here" mom pulls up in front of Diane's house and blows the horn. A few seconds later, the door opened and Diane was hugging her grandmother and grandfather, then ran up to our car and opened the door, hopped in, and closed it. Mom presses on the gas pedal again.
"Hello Diane!" "Wassup Diane?" my mom elbows my dad, "Hi." Diane shyly says, "She's such a sweet heart" mom comments, Diane smiles innocently. No one saw 'sweetheart' yesterday. I looked at Diane's outfit, "You're wearing his sweater?" I whisper, winking, she rolls her eyes. "Diane Moore! I love that hair! I haven't seen you wear it natural in so long!" my mom comments.
"Thank you, it was cold out, I heard about the snow so I did it like this." I looked out of the window, seeing snowflakes falling. "Diane, I'm taking some pictures for the newspaper, would you like to take one with your friends?" dad looks back, she nods. "Alright. That just what I wanted to know"
