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remained.
    “I hope I don’t have to carry you home, being sick on isn’t how I intend to spend my evening again,” Ethan replied.
    I punched his arm and sarcastically laughed.
    When college came to an end, I was exhausted. All these essays and rehearsals for our final assessment wear me out. We only have to prepare a couple of scenes from our favourite play, but we’ve practiced and repeated them so many times. My partner for the assessment, Daniel, agreed we did My Fair Lady . It’s our favourite play, and now, we hate it. Daniel and I get along, but he doesn’t like to chat, he just likes to rehearse and rehearse and rehearse. So I don’t really know anything about him, apart from that he likes to rehearse. I can’t wait until it’s over. I hope my parents have booked a holiday to somewhere sunny. A holiday would be perfect right now. I sat at the base of mine and Ethan’s meeting tree, and imagined I was sunbathing in Spain. I admired the sky while I had time to spare. I love how calm it is, and how it slowly passes by. It’s just so peaceful. I wanted the shade from the tree to protect me from the blistering sunlight, but the branches didn’t cover that far. So I had to hold my hands over my eyes to avoid giving myself a migrane from constant squinting. I loved listening to the leaves rustle in the wind. Other than listening to rainfall, listening to leaves rustle is my favourite natural sound. A short time after my encounter with Mother Nature, Ethan walked over and graced me with his presence. He looked upon me, dropped the rucksack off his shoulder and sat down beside me. I shifted over, creating some more space. I lifted his arm, placing it over my shoulders so I could tuck into him and rest my head on him.
    “Tough day, huh?” He asked.
    “I’m so tired, I swear I could fall asleep for a decade.” I murmured.
    “Wow, you must be tired because that’s a rather long time, especially if you’re waiting for a delivery.” He laughed at his comment.
    “You’re such an idiot.” I sniggered, but was too tired to maintain it for more than a second or two.
    “You don’t have to come later if you don’t want to. Max and I are big boys now. We can take care of ourselves, believe it or not.”
    “No, no. I need a short nap when I get home. Then I’ll be fine.” I smiled up at him. Our eyes met. His brown eyes lit up in the sunlight as I lazily stared into them. Ethan lifted his left hand and tucked my hair behind my ear before bringing his hand down to the edge of my chin squeezing my cheeks together.
    “So adorable.” He blubbered.
    I innocently rolled my eyes at him as my face remained in his hands.
    I don’t want to imply I’m making an effort for Verity’s party. Although I don’t want to imply that I’m not making an effort for Verity’s party. Does that make sense? 
    I watched an episode of Patrick Miller’s show before drifting off to sleep. My outfit was laid out anyway, in case an emergency quick-change was required. I don’t wear much make up, so I didn’t need to worry about that, only mascara and eyeliner. Foundation makes my face feel horrible and blotchy, I like to stay as natural as possible also. That’s how my Mum raised me, so it remains that way.
    A car horn blazed from outside, awakening me from my nap. I realised my nap had lasted a lot longer than I intended. I shot to my feet and threw my clothes off and snatched at the ones I laid out. I struggled to jump into my jeans, whoever was downstairs must have thought I was trying to jump through the floor. I eventually slotted into them and surrounded myself with a cloud of deodorants and perfumes. I put on my black leather jacket that had been laid in my wardrobe for a while. The car horn blazed from outside again. I hopped out of my room as I placed on my boots, and sprinted down the stairs, jumping the bottom two steps. I Shouted goodbye to my parents who were sat at dining table. I slammed the door shut, catching