High School Sweethearts

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I wake up, seeing a sleeping curly haired boy next to me.
He's so precious..
I roll over, feeling soreness pulse through my body. I smile though, remembering why. Holy shit, not that I have anything to compare it to, but last night was absolutely amazing.
Fuck! It's almost 8!
"Tom wake up" I shake him.
He groans, pulling the pillow over his face.
"Lay down" he mutters.
"We have school" I laugh, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him up.
"Say you're sick" he says.
"I can't do that" I say.
"Hand me my phone" he says.
I grab his phone off the bedside stand and hand it to him. He types something in and puts the phone to his ear.
"Hi this is Eric Saltzman, I'm Elenor Saltzman's older brother" he says in a weirdly impressive American accent. "Yes I'm calling to say Elle is vomiting profusely and won't make it in today. Yeah. Thanks."
He hangs up and I shake my head at him.
"I don't even have a brother" I laugh.
"Well apparently now you do" he shrugs.
"You're dumb. I love it" I say, laying back down with him.
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"Ew you're glowing" Baylee says when she sees me. "Finally get laid?"
"Well.." I trail off and her eyes widen.
"Wait seriously?! And you didn't tell me sooner!" She yells at me.
"I didn't know I was obliged to tell you!" I laugh.
"How big is he?" She asks and I slap her arm.
"Stop it" I say.
"So like.." she holds up a small banana. "Or this.." she holds up a long zucchini and I face palm.
"Seriously, I'm not telling you" I laugh.
"Ahhh Holland is a zucchini" she says. "You blushed."
"Don't say anything, I don't want him to think I'm telling you all the details"
"Promise" she nods.
"So who is this guy anyways Baylee?" Tom asks, walking down to us.
"Ah Mr. zucchini boy!" Bay says and I widen my eyes at her.
"Zucchini boy?" He questions.
"Yeah, moving on, his name is Jackson and I met him on tinder" she says.
"Really? Tinder?" I ask.
"Yes Elle Jesus not everyone has guys fall into their lap like you" she jokes.
"Okay okay, fine, why do we have to go?"
"Because what if he's a creeper?" She says. "Or a killer?"
"Isn't his picture him with a puppy? Killers don't like puppies" I say.
"Everyone likes puppies Elle" she says.
"So a double date?" Tom asks.
"Yes exactly!" Baylee says and I cringe.
"Ehhh, double dates aren't my favorite" I say.
"Well, too bad. You're coming. See you two at 6" she smiles, leaving.
"Now why don't you like double dates?" Tom asks.
"Remember how I told you that my ex boyfriend and ex best friend are dating now? Well they met while we were on a double date"
"Hate to break it to you sunshine, but I'm sure you're prettier than the guy she's bringing" he jokes and I roll my eyes.
"But I'm more than pretty.. right?" I ask.
"So much more"
We get ready, and I text Baylee, asking where we're going.
Baylee: karaoke, fried food, drinks.
"No. Absolutely not" I laugh.
"What?" Tom asks.
"I'm not doing karaoke" I shake my head.
"Oh god" he groans. "Do we have to go?"
"Yes. We need to support our friend" I say.
"Or we could stay here" he wraps his arms around my waist. "I could do this.."
he tilts my head to one side, pressing soft kisses down my neck.
"Nope, we're still going" I say, pulling away from him and he frowns.
"Oh fine, but if this guys a creep I'm fighting him" he says.
"Fine by me"
We go out to the car, driving to the bar. I fucking hate this.
We go inside and every girl here looks like a ditz, and every guy looks like this is what they call 'partying'
"I'm so glad you're my boyfriend" I laugh.
"Seriously, is that guy wearing leather pants?" Tom asks. "He's going to end up like Ross in the bathroom"
I laugh, ah my boy is now referencing friends.
"Guys!" Baylee calls us over. We walk over and she smiles widely. "This is Alexander"
Oh. My. God.
How the fuck?
"Alex?" I say.
"Oh my god Elle!" He smiles, standing up and hugging me.
"How the hell are you in London?" I ask.
"Well.. the people who called you out here for fashion week, they decided last minuet that they wanted me too. Just like we planned!" He explains.
"Hold on you two were friends?" Baylee asks.
"We worked together" I say.
"Oh come on don't be so formal. I'd say we were friends" he laughs. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, Alex singer"
He puts his hand out to shake Toms.
"Tom Holland"
"Well why don't we take a seat!" Baylee suggests, leading us all across the bar to a table.
"How well ya know him?" Tom asks.
"Decently, worked together for a couple years. Why?" I ask.
"He was checking you out" he states.
"God Tom, he's here on a date with Baylee. Stop it" I roll my eyes and sit down.
"So Elle have you done much work since you moved?" Alex asks me.
"A few gigs here and there, actually Baylee has the cutest job as a barista at this little cafe" I say, trying to bring the conversation back to them.
"Barista? Nice. Oh my god do you remember that one time we went to get coffee before a shoot and that lady spilled it all over you! Elle totally flipped, I've never seen her yell before that day" Alex laughs.
"I've never spilled coffee on anyone, don't know how baristas manage that" Baylee says.
"I always thought Elle was the princess type but that day she totally was" he says.
"Was not" I roll my eyes. "Maybe we should get some drinks?"
I get out of my seat, walking over to the bar with Tom.
"He won't stop talking to you, or about you" Tom says.
"Just old friends catching up? I'm trying to change the subject" I say, getting us all a beer and going back to our table.