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We parked the car in her driveway and I was so nervous for some reason. My mom and I both got out of the car and I rang the doorbell. Soon after, I saw Brinelle as she opened the front door and smiled. She let us inside and we hugged. She introduced me to her parents and they met my mom and they were talking for a while until we went up to her room to actually study. This is when my heart actually started beating. As I walked up here stairs behind her, I had no idea what to expect. I just met Brinelle earlier today and, just, I don't know. Her bedroom looked different than what I thought it would look it. Not that I was thinking at all about it. The walls were actually white. And her wall barely had any posters in it. Though, people who like the bands we do don't have too many posters. Do they? Her wall may not have posters, but there were pictures. It was right above her bed where there was a huge collage of pictures. There were lights wrapped around the room. Her bed had grey and black covers, but underneath was white. Why was I paying so close attention to her room? She had two guitars. One on a stand and one leaning against the wall next to it. She had a desk which was pretty big and I placed my book bag on it and started taking the books out. She grabbed her book bag which was on the floor and she took out the papers we got. I don't to get too into detail about that night, I'm just going to say that it was a night to remember. It was a day to remember actually. I hope she understood what I was trying to teach her. Key word trying. Also, hopefully that wasn't the last time I would be able to study with her. I was so not looking forward to homework, but when Brinelle's with me, somehow she makes it a million times better.
a/n: hope you like this chapter and also hoping that this story will go somewhere lol ♥ ilysm
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