"Beep! Beep! Beep!" My alarm clock sings, and I groan and pill my pillow over my ears.
"Today's a big day! Are you really just gonna lay around?" Shane says, tilting his head at me.
To fill you in, today's the day of the art gallery.
Basically, all the paintings created in art class are gonna be gathered around certain parts of the school.
Well.
Everyone else's.
I get the whole gym to myself.
Shane pounces on me lightly, and I can't help but smile.
"I'm tired..." I whine with a yawn, and Shane pampers gentle kisses all over my face.
"Come on sweetheart. We have to go to school!" Shane says quietly, pulling me out of bed.
We both showered last night, so we just threw on clothes.
I grabbed one of Shane's sweaters, to which he wouldn't stop telling me how cute I looked in, and some white ripped jeans.
Shane put on a cropped sweater, that he looked adorable in.
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We go downstairs for hotel breakfast and coffee.
"Morning you two." My dad greets, and Shane smiles.
"Morning Bruce." Shane says, giving him a quick wave.
Then my dad looks directly at me.
"So my boy, I hear your gonna have your own segment at the art gallery..." my dad says, making conversation.
"Mhm." I hum, with food still in my mouth.
"I look forward to seeing it. You two enjoy your breakfast!" My dad says as he's going into the party room to, I assume, clean.
We smile and wave, finishing our food and thanking the chefs.
We bring coffee and breakfast to Drew, then I drive them to school.
I gather my whole friend group to tell them some important news.
"Garrett and me have to help set up, so we're not gonna be in class..." I say, earning a sigh from all of them.
"But I may have talked the principal into letting all of you help me set up..." I say with a smirk, and they all cheer.
"Come on! Also Tana, put down your phone! Your helping!" I state, grabbing her phone.
"Hey!" She growls in a mad tone, reaching for the phone that I held tauntingly in the air.
"Would you rather go to class for eight long, dreadful hours, or get to skip class with absolutely no repercussions and the only thing you have to do is give up your phone for a few hours at most? The choice is yours." I say, and Tana let's out a grumbling sound.
