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26 | Tupac Avenue

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hola

triple update whoo whoo (double bc i might not be able to upload chap 28 today :/)

this is a long chapter im so sorry :(

please forgive me for the lengthy chapters.

i just love writing for myself and you guys! :) and i had fun writing this bc jariana is life whoo whoo

but anyway - this is still in justins pov oh wow im just like ditching ariana xD

i enjoy writing male povs more so ig thats why

its bc the guys are hot and im so straight

anyway the picture above or on the side reminds me of their walk to toast so yea :3

but anyway

#jariana

yeah sweggie and enjoy (sorry if this sucks)

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26 | Tupac Avenue

Birds chirp around us and the bright lights emit from through the glass windows of the Main Building afar.

                “It's so warm out here,” Ariana remarks, walking with me down the quiet parking lot. Lampposts are looming over us, and a few kids walk with their backpacks slung over their shoulders. They look exhausted, but so are we.

                “Yeah, I know. It's going to be Fall soon,” I say, making our way to my car and pulling out the keys. I fumble with them until I find the one for the car door, unlocking the driver's and pressing the button to unlock the passenger's on the opposite side, where Ariana impatiently waits to open.

                Once she does, the interior lights go off and I set my bag on the back seat. I adjust the rear view mirror, watching as Ariana bends over to set down her things.

                I try to gain some self-control, letting my eyes fall from the sight of her αss. 

                “You have a really clean car,” she observes, dropping back down into her seat. She fastens her seat belt, comforting herself with a grin sliding onto her face. She pulls out her cell phone from her pocket, typing fast and me eager to eat.

                I've been hungry all day, and I'm glad I'm finally getting a chance to digest some food.

                I had to redo a test during lunch, so I ditched it, even though, my Algebra teacher was letting me bring the food into the classroom. 

                But they were serving Mexican food today, and I get really queasy eating that shιt, as good as it is.

                I also was reluctant to eat it because it reminded me of the Grudge's doppelganger, but anyhow.

                “I know. I vacuum it every weekend,” I say.

                “Clean freak?” she guesses, looking up from her phone.

                “Something like that.”  I start the car and the engine groans, drumming my fingers on the armrest.

                I press the gas pedal and steer back, in and out of the parking lot. I turn on the radio, which where Maroon 5 plays. The music is too loud, so I turn the knob to the left to turn down the volume.