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Within seconds, the hallways of Mountain Elm High School became packed with students all heading towards the front door.

"Come on Heather, if you move this slow, you'll get run over," yelled Chris, a brown-haired boy with green eyes, pulling on a girl's arm.

"Careful Chris, I'm going as fast as I can!" exclaimed Heather, a black-haired girl with brown eyes, trying not to trip.

They moved into a compact room to avoid being trampled.

"What was that for?" questioned Heather.

"Hey, I didn't want us getting run over. Plus, we don't want to keep Francis waiting," replied Chris.

"How is waiting in a closet going to prevent Francis from waiting?" Heather asked.

"I have no I idea, I wasn't thinking again," answered Chris shrugging his shoulders.

As the crowds dissipated, they left the closet and headed toward the door. The two students escaped the mobs leaving the building and made their way towards a lime green convertible. Francis, a somewhat attractive blonde-haired boy, was leaning on the hood of the car. "What the hell took you so long? I told you to be prompt."

"I'm sorry we weren't given the luxury of having a free period at the end of the day. We had to make it through the entire building just to get to the door. If someone wasn't so slow, I wouldn't have had to take cover in a closet to prevent being run over," Chris explained, Throwing Heather's and his bags into the trunk of the car.

"Well, I'm sorry I have problems keeping up," said Heather.

Francis opened the door and got in the car. He pushed a button and the top of the car opened up.

"Hey! If you two keep bickering, I'm gonna leave you behind," shouted Francis, "Now, apologized and get in. You're testing my patience."

Chris turned to Heather and apologized for being rude in return she did the same.

Chris jumped in the front seat next to Francis, while Heather carefully opened the door and sat in the back. Francis backed out of his parking space and made his way toward the road.

"I'm gonna be honest, I thought you two were making out in the closet or something," stated Francis, in what seemed to be an attempt to lessen the tension between Chris and Heather.

"We were not!" responded Chris and Heather in unison. Chris looked back at Heather and noticed that she seemed very embarrassed by that statement.

"When you respond like that it becomes very suspicious," stated Francis. "So, what were you two really doing?"

"Nothing!" they said together again, both shaking their heads.

"Sure, whatever," Francis responded.

"Since we're on that topic, have you found a date for the Prom?" asked Chris, glaring at Francis.

"Ummm, n-, that's none of your business!" said Francis with his face now bright red.

"Heather, are you sure your folks are ok with you spending the weekend at my house with Chris?" asked Francis, trying to change the subject.

"They're probably too busy drinking or fighting to worry about where I am," said the black-haired girl, sighing now with her hair blowing in the wind.

"Hey, try not to bring down the mood. We will have a great time," said Francis, trying to reassure her.

"Well, you were the one who asked," snapped Heather.

"I can't believe you got tickets to go on that tour on Sunday," interjected Chris.

"It's nothing, really," said Francis, acting proud of himself. "I'm just glad we get to go as a group."

"Couldn't agree more," said Heather, smiling.

"Hey, can we stop somewhere and pick up some snacks and drinks?" asked Chris.

"Yeah, we'll stop somewhere," replied Francis.

The green car pulled up to a gas station and Chris and Heather stepped out. As they walked towards the door, the Francis yelled out to them, "Don't take too long. And don't do anything I would do!"

"What exactly do you expect us to do," replied the Heather with her cheeks puffed. The remarks Francis made towards her and Chris were beginning getting on her nerves, but she said nothing about it and continued towards the entrance.

"Use your imagination, or never mind don't do that. Just don't be stupid or immature. And don't forget to buy me something. It's my money anyways," Francis replied.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Chris replied, turning his head to face the door.

"Hey! That's my money. If you don't-."

He gave up after Chris and Heather entered the store. The two teens walked into the store and went their separate ways. They have been tasked with buying snacks and sodas for their weekend together. Chris went to the back where they kept the sodas and grabbed as many as he could hold in his hands. Heather went to the snack aisle and stood there staring. She had not been friends with the two boys as long, and Chris and Francis knew each other. She just stood there.

"Come on, it's not that hard. Just pretend you're robbing the place, grab some stuff so we can go pay," demanded Chris, tapping his foot.

"Sorry, I was spacing out, wasn't I?" asked Heather with a dazed look. "I didn't know what to buy. I didn't want to buy anything you guys didn't like."

This answer shocked Chris. "Come on, you've known Francis for a year now. You should know by now that he will eat literally anything."

She grabbed as much as she could carry. Both the teens walked to the counter. The cashier rang up their order and Chris gave the cashier Francis's credit card. They walked out with smiles from eye to eye and two bags in each of their hands.

"Jeez, how much did you buy," asked Francis in shock.

"Enough to have an enjoyable time," responded Chris.

"Good answer. Come on, let's get going."

The two kids jumped into the car without even opening the door. Francis started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He turned on to the on ramp and entered the highway and drove towards home.