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2. The Golden age's Disappearance Act

Erin and I are at this Italian restaurant called Macaroni. I am sitting right across from him, smiling, I'm so excited to be doing something different, other then sitting in a movie theater making out. It's the same old, same old, but not tonight.

"If you are writing a fan fiction, don't you think that he should be dating Sabrina?" Erin asks me about my Motionless in White story. Sabrina is Chris Motionless's hot girlfriend.

"No! She's so sweet, I'd have to break them up," I say.

"Don't you want it to be realistic?" He asks.

"There's nothing realistic about me being best friends with Megan Massacre and then dating Chris Motionless," I argue.

"See... but that's why it's called a fan fiction, however, you still have to make it at least a little realistic. Make him like hot wings, horror movies and Sabrina. Then, find some logical way to get rid of her," Erin says, giving me a bit of advice about my story.

Of course, I'd tell him about it, communication is our strong suit. Which is good. Communications is the key to having a strong relationship. The more a couple can talk, the better.

"On that note, I'm so glad to be done with junior year, so hilariously ridiculous," Erin says. I take a big bite out of my Alfredo Spaghetti and smile as it hits my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, next year, senior year. I'd hate to be... a freaking virgin in August," I say. I'm ready to bring it up, I'm freaking ready. Plus, I'm so happy that I'm sitting in a restaurant versus sitting inside a movie theater. I just really really feel like him right now.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I'd hate to be a virgin tomorrow."

"Check!" He calls out and then smiles at me. "I'd hate to be one, too."

"Trust me, I know," I say.

The waiter approaches us and gives Erin what he asked for.

I take out my debit card to take care of it since I heard him complain yesterday, but he frowns and says, "I got this, don't worry."

"But I thought that-"

"Hon, I was mad over other stuff, I was just bringing it up. I'm happy to," he says.

"But, babe, I am happy to, too. I need to help out more anyway," I say.

"I got this," he says and the waiter just stood beside our table smiling.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be," he says and walks away.

"Babe, I'll pay for it," I say.

"What if I told you that I don't want you to?" He asks.