Passing college is a difficult task on its own, but imagine what it's like when your final grade rests in the hands of the worlds' favorite rock-star.
As graduation from her local community college approaches, Reese Taylors yearns for some answers...
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I'm surprised to see Lennon the next morning.
By the time our Mario Kart championship ended, it was well past midnight and Lennon had yet to stumble his way home, having texted Logan earlier to not wait up and to leave the front door unlocked since he forgot his key.
Super smart move to leave An Echo in Time's house unlocked in the middle of the night.
My approaching footsteps startle him and he looks up from his coffee, dark circles visible around his drained hazel eyes. His dark hair is tucked under a beanie and he's dressed in a black Elton John concert tee with blue plaid pajama pants. "Morning."
"Good morning," I tell him, sliding up to the same stool I used yesterday," what time did you get back?"
"Around three." he answers, moving toward the overhead cabinet to retrieve a funky colored mug. This one is painted the same yellow as my old school buses. It's bright and ugly but I take the coffee graciously. "But by the time I showered and stuff, it was almost four."
"You guys need some new mugs," Lennon passes me the sugar. "And why are you awake? Go back to bed."
"I always wake up early," Lennon says with a shrug.
"I'm that way too." I pour a spoonful of sugar into my mug. "But hey, I haven't had to set an alarm for school in six years."
Instead, I usually end up coming home and taking a good hour nap before starting any homework.
A corner of his lips quirk but he washes it away when he takes another sip of his coffee. I stir in my sugar. We continue to sip our coffees, basking in the silence of the band house, the hall filled with sleeping stars that can snooze past seven in the morning.
"So, what're your plans for today?" I ask him, setting my mug down but keeping my hand wrapped around it. They must have the AC on full blast.
"We have rehearsals at noon," he answers, "and then I promised Logan we'd watch another episode of his TV show tonight."
I can't help myself. "What TV show?"
"Gossip Girl."
My brows raise. "Wow. Two big bad rockstars watch Gossip Girl? Color me shocked."
"Three words: hot rich girls." he doesn't even look remotely embarrassed. "Have you seen it?"
"I'm more of a sitcom girl, remember?"
"Oh, that's right."
I bite my bottom lip. "But if you're up to it, can we start filming? I'm planning on starting the interview portion. You'll sit in front of a blank wall and I'll ask you a bunch of questions about how you started your band, to where it is now, to how you get your inspiration. And then some random, fun facts about you."
