The next month flies by so fast. It feels like nothing happened even though Connor and I have been studying for finals. And, already it's almost Connor's birthday. I already have a few options of what I'm going to get him. Right now it's between a new fancy sketchbook and some sort of pencils or charcoal, or just a gift card to a nice art store so he can choose exactly what he wants. I'm thinking more along the lines of the latter.

Meanwhile, I had a dream last night that Connor and I were 30 and married and we had kids and a comic book company. I wrote the stories and he made the drawings.

One of my teachers decided to give us our final early because she's going on her honeymoon during finals, so I have to go to school regular time. I get to school and take my final. I've been in a good mental state lately which is really good because it means 100% of my brain is on Connor, not 99%. The other 1% being dedicated to worrying over trivial things. I meet Connor, Jared, Alana, and Zoe on a blanket under a tree in front of the school because we all have a free period.

"Yo, Evan! I was just about to explain my dream," Jared calls to me as I settle onto the blanket. "Okay, so, Connor, Evan and I were in class. It was in a classroom from my elementary school which was weird. But, the teacher called on Evan. And, Evan said, 'Please don't I have the strength of a pool noodle.' Which was kinda a dumb comparison because pool noodles can carry people in the water. So, you know what I did? I dumped my water on Evan's shirt and said, 'Pool noodles are strong in water, now you can answer the question," Jared says the last sentence in that weird laughing while talking thing he does, but we all laugh along, even though it wasn't all that funny. I think we're all just glad that high school is almost over, just a couple months to go.

Suddenly, it's Connor's birthday and we're all scattered around his living room. "Okay, I have this idea for a game," Connor says. "Basically, you act like someone in this room, but you can't say clothing or hair color or relationships or anything like that, and everyone else has to guess. Or you can say you're opinions of this person, but it has to be in the first person."

"Okay, I'll go," I say. "I like to draw, and I'm really hot, and I really love this guy."

"No relationships!" Jared says.

"I didn't say names," I say.

"ME!" Connor shouts suddenly.

"PFT yeah, I wouldn't call anyone else hot except Mike Faist, but that's only because he looks exactly like Connor," I giggle, leaning back on Connor's chest while sitting in his lap.

"My turn!" Jared says. "Okay. I'm really hot, and I'm insanely cool, and I'm gay, and I'm SUPER AWESOME."

"I honestly have no idea," Alana laughs.

"Um, me, dumbass," Jared laughs so hard he falls over backwards.

"We definitely do not have enough people here to play this game, Connor just open your presents," Zoe says.

"ID LIKE TO MAKE A TOAST!" Connor screeches. "TO GRADUATION SOONISH AND PROM IN A MONTH!" None of us had anything to drink, so we just kind of raise our hands in the air and pretend to toast. I really want this end of year happiness to last a billion years.

————

USUSJSJSJSKKSKA spoilers: there may or may not be something cute *cough* prom *cough* next chapter ;) also thanks for 100 votes :D