A few weeks later, Laney' s point of view:

This time I'm downstairs when Corey gets here. He must have gotten used to waiting on me because he looks surprised when he sees that I'm already downstairs.

"Morning, Lanes," he says.

"Morning," I say and we leave. My mom is at a doctor's appointment, so I already told her how long we'll probably be out for. We go back to that little cafe. It's become a permanent stop for in the mornings.

"Hey, Lanes," Corey says after putting his coffee down.

"Yeah?"

"If you had to rate these last few days from one to ten, one being bad, ten being 'oh my God! I hope it never ends!', what would you give it?"

"One," I say just for the reaction.

"What?" He looks upset.

"I'm kidding. It's an eleven." He smiles at me.

"Don't joke like that, Lanes. It's not funny."

"I think that it is."

"Well I don't."

"You think it's funny."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"I don't."

"I don't."

"I do." I burst out laughing. I can't believe he fell for that! "Wait! I don't think it's funny!" He exclaims in a flustered manner with a blush creeping into his face.

"You already said that you did."

"Whatever. Let's just go." I smirk as he pays for our meals and we leave. Then my smirk turns into a smile as I realise that I'll hear his song in a week. We walk down to the pier and he sits down with his feet hanging off as he quickly checks his phone to most likely check the time. Before I can join him, he stands up. "Sorry about checking my phone. I wanted to see how much longer until it was time to go."

"Go to where?" I ask.

"If you follow, you'll find out." We walk over to some steps on the pier, they don't go very far. They where made to make it easier for kids to get into these giant hamster ball type things, which just so happen to be open today. It's summer, so the peir always do these types of things. A guy on a boat, I guess he works this ride, pushes two of the giant floating hamster balls at us, and we each climb into one with little difficulty. No one else gets into any of the other hamster balls, not even little kids. I turn towards Corey in time for him to ram into me.

"Hey!" I exclaim before pathetically trying to hit him. Pathetically because I have no control over it and I keep falling. After ten minutes, I get enough control to go where I want to. Well, I have control until Corey bumps into me agian and I fall. I hear him laughing, but I don't think that I can hit him in five seconds. They have a timer on the pier and it gets proven accurate as the guy in the boat tells us that times up right as the time strikes zero. Five minutes later, I have cotton candy as an apology. We spend the rest of the day on the pier playing games and Corey wins me a small bear while I win him a giant blue guitar. Stuffed, if course. He says that he'll probably use it as a pillow and I laugh. By the time is dark, we still only have those. As it turns out, we suck at these games. He walks me home and we say our good byes. When I get upstairs, I make sure to put my best in a safe place.

A/n I do not own Grojband.