Chapter 11- Spring Break! WOO!!

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~~Elliot POV~~

I was hanging out in between Moxxie and Millie while Loona was in front with Blitz driving, he was singing along to... something. Personally I was listening in to try and get a feel for the lyrics. As the song kept going, the van suddenly stopped and caused me to slam my head on the center console.

Elliot: "Oh son of a bitch!"

As I rubbed my head I saw Blitz with his megaphone yelling at someone.

Blitz: "Oh shit! Verosika!"

Again I started spacing out and didn't realize what was going on until Loona pulled me out of the van.

Elliot: "My fucking head."

Loona: "It's not that bad you're fine. Little bitch."

Elliot: "Look who's grumpy. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Loona just slapped the back of my head while I went directly into the office to look for something to drink. During my search I heard a lot of screaming and yelling, it started with Moxxie and then switched to Blitz as M&M walked in. Moxxie was roughed up and had multiple lipstick prints all over his face. 

Elliot: "Damn, what happened back there?"

Millie: "Lots of succubi."

Elliot: "Promise!?"

Millie: "Elliot no."

Just then Blitz and Loona came through the door, with Loona staring at her reflection in her little mirror thingy. I was trying to walk through the door and Blitz grabbed my shirt collar.

Blitz: "Where do you think you're goin?"

Elliot: "I just uh, wanna greet our new neighbors."

Millie: "He wants to fuck the, as you call em, succu-bitches next door."

They all stared at me like I personally offended them.

Blitz: "Well we're just gonna ignore that for now and start our meeting."

Elliot: "Oh, before that I have a gift for you guys."

I went over to the backpack I brought today and grabbed the gift.

Elliot: "Alright, I talked to Dad about this and he agreed to let me give them to you."

I opened the box to reveal 5 watches.

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