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guys talk to me before next week starts, bc that is when my senior year officially begins itself. a.k.a. year of death.

if you guys are interested, here are the things that have been pissing me off. sorry, i just have a tendency to complain. a lot. i would kill to be calm rn :|||

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;_; totally irrelevant.
oh, your tennis situation sounds exactly like my cross country situation. yeah - fuck bitches (COACHES) and get money.

The sound of magazine pages flipping comes to an abrupt stop.

When Donghae stops strumming his guitar he looks over at Hyoyeon, whose tossled hair shrouds the smile spreading across her lips. He tries to crane his neck around it with no avail, simply shrugging it off. It's probably just a pretty dress.

"I know where we are going," She says then, swinging her legs off from the bed to bring herself to a standing position. The magazine is now held spread wide open in front of her, her fingers crushing the corners of the pages. Donghae blinks a few times, tilting his head at the picture.

He sees a man with a sombrero and colorful cloth type of thing. He wonders if that's a new trend.

"What does this remind you of? What does this picture just scream?" Hyoyeon asks, eyes crinkled and all.

"Rainbows."

"No - Like, what place does it scream?"

"Taco bell."

Hyoyeon frowns, shaking her head. She wonders if he has always been this dense and food focused.

"Close - except, not even. Try again."

He lets out this really, unnecessarily drawn out sigh before actually thinking about it.

"Mexico?"

Her grin is triumphant, "Exactly."

Donghae is looking at the prices of airplane tickets to Mexico from Korea. He can already feel a hole burning into his wallet. Hyoyeon is searching for her old piggy bank, but she isn't desperate enough to tear her room apart for it. She never would, or will be.

"I don't think I can pay for this," He then says honestly, looking at her.

She doesn't bother to look back at him because she's distracted herself with carefully reoganizing her bookshelf.

After a few minutes, she stops. "That's okay," Her voice doesn't sound distressed like Donghae expected it to be. Maybe he was just taking this too seriously and she was just joking.

Before he can say anything though, she pulls out her cellphone from her back pocket.

"My uncle has frequent flier miles from business trips that he has to get rid of anyways. He can think of this as my twentieth birthday present."

"Hyoyeon, you don't turn twenty in other month - "

"I'm on the phone," She interrupts. "Rude."

Four days later they're on a plane, sitting in business class. Donghae abuses the privilege when he continuously orders orange juice. Hyoyeon is half asleep with one ear bud hanging and the other caught in her hair. Donghae is sipping away when he decides to look over.

"Hey, tell your uncle I love him, okay?"

"You can tell him yourself, he's the reason why we met in the first place."

"Yeah, but that's a little weird - you know, considering I quit working at his office and all."

"He fired you," Hyoyeon corrects with a grin, taking her other earbud out. Fifteen percent left for the next three hours on this place. She wishes she hadn't lost her charger, but he is thankful because it gives him an excuse to talk her ear off.

"Hey. Hey, we're not talking about this. Anyways, what's with your spontaneity?”

She breathes, eyes closing, “I just wanted to spend some time with my best friend. Isn’t that enough?”