smosh moodboards: shayne topp/chanse mccrary (ssg 05)
The spring wind picked up and tousled Shayne's hair, just as he arrived at his house. Something was going to change, Shayne realized, as he unlatched their front gate. No matter how sad it was, the thing to finally get Chanse to talk to him was going to be a group English project worth 20%— and things were going to change. The wind slammed the gate closed behind him.
in front of everyone i know, i am dancing by anonymous
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