Senior year of high school couldn't end soon enough for you and Reno. Both of your eighteenth birthdays had come and gone, you'd saved up a bunch of money to live on your own together, and all that was left for you high school sweethearts was graduation.

Senioritis was hitting you both hard. Schoolwork was still getting done somehow, but classes were barely being attended. Reno didn't even bother stepping foot into school anymore. Rather, he sat in his car and waited until you couldn't stand being in class anymore to join him. This was one of those times.

"Such a studious girl," Reno joked as you climbed into the backseat of his car, pulling you onto his lap with a grin.