"Zion! Over here!"
"Zion!"
"Yale! Please turn this way!"
"Zion!"
"They seem to be calling me for some reason," I mumbled, leaning on the girl in my arms. "I don't want to look at them."
"I can understand." She said, poking me on the side. "But you know that we are going to have to turn to them sooner or later, right?"
"I know," I said, sighing before pulling away from her. "You know that they are going to think that I put in a ton of work with the way we are celebrating but-"
"We just miss each other, right?" She chuckled, patting my head. "Come on, the press is going to be awfully curious about you. Zion and … well, me too I suppose."
The moment we turned to them, I could hardly focus on anything except hundreds upon thousands of eyes on me and Yale. I kept as calm as possible and answered all the questions they had for us.
"Are you and Yale still dating?"
