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ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ
ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ
"We'll be here in less than a week, okay?" Your dad handed you over the keys, "Rember, be good and call him, I need those boxes empty by tomorrow okay?"
You nodded, "Tell mom I miss her,"
"I will," he hugged you before exiting the house.
Now you were alone, again. As much as you wanted to catch your dad before he got to the helicopter and companion him to Hawaii, you couldn't. Now, there were three things you could do in this situation:
a) You stayed home and watch Netflix
b) You go to the Camerons', which included getting ready, getting photographed by the paparazzi, answer random interviews, and always having to make good publicity for your dad and Ward. You rolled your eyes hating to be the Mayor's daughter.
c) Call... you know who.
Or secret option d) Do the job of you know who so you don't have to call him.
The first option was too boring, the second one seemed like a lot of effort, and the third one well... to be honest, it was the most appealing and you knew the last one wasn't even an option.
You scrolled through your contacts and finally found it, you stared at it while analyzing if it was a good idea or not. You sighed blocking the phone. Why? Why did you have to be perfect? Having to smile, wave, and talk as little as possible; always have good grades, get an MIT; do charity work, attend events, give speeches; be kind, generous, humble, smart, funny, classy. You didn't hate it, you just never thought it would be this hard, your job was just to make it seem effortless, it didn't matter how many times your Dad scolded you and made you consider other people who are going through worse, you still wanted to escape it.
"Fuck" you muttered under your breath, you knew exactly what you were gonna do, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you hated yourself, "Fuck you Maybank," you clicked his name and the phone began to call.
You guys were more chill now that your father forced you to behave yourselves, but you still needed to clear somethings up.
"Well, well, well," you didn't need to see him to know he had an obnoxiously cocky smile across his face, "If it isn't Victoria Lewis," he couldn't let you hear his surprise and hurt.
"Hi JJ,"
"Let me guess, your parents are trying to save their marriage again by going to Hawaii?"
"Fuck you,"
He chuckled over the line, "I'm just messin' with you, I'll be there in 10,"
