Step 9. Show up at an old ladies' doorsteps (with cookies)

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You know you should be better, you know you gotta change
You knew I wasn't ready, I knew you'd never stay
You knew I wanted more than just your web of lies
So I'll say goodbye
-lyn Lapid (itsy bitsy)

You know you should be better, you know you gotta changeYou knew I wasn't ready, I knew you'd never stayYou knew I wanted more than just your web of liesSo I'll say goodbye-lyn Lapid (itsy bitsy)

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Karlissa Smith
31 December

"what do you wear to visit a stranger who comforted you on a plane who you don't even know the name of?"

"I don't know. what do you wear to a ball you don't wanna attend?" lev asked

I connected my phone to my AirPods so I can talk to him while still looking through my suitcase

"um lev I think you can only wear a tux to a ball"

he tuts "I think I should wear sweatpants so it screams 'i was forced to come' " I laugh

"oh make sure to bring something like cookies with you" he reminds me

"why?" I ask confused. I pick out a sundress and a denim jacket to go along with it

"my grandma taught us not to ever show up at anyone's place without something sweet" that makes sense

"when do u leave for the ball?" I ask

"um 6. why?". I look at the time, its 1 pm

"can you give me a ride there? I will catch a cab when I return"

"yeah sure. I'll be there in 10 minutes"

"Okay thank you"

"of course"

I end the call and change. 

13 minutes later I get a text from lev telling me he is outside. I grab my purse and walk out of my room and remember to take my key (yesterday when I went for breakfast I forgot my keys and had to get a master keycard)

I walk out of the hotel to see lev on his motorcycle looking at his phone. he was in a v-neck and jeans with a stylish jacket but it wasn't a leather one. he looked hot nonetheless 

"morning levy," I say as I step close

he groaned "can you stop with the name?"

"nope" I take the helmet from his hand and get behind me

"shit I'm wearing a dress" I am sure if I wear a dress while riding a motorcycle I will show my underwear to anyone who is walking by

"its fine. just sit close to me and keep a hand on the front of your dress to stop it from lifting" he reassured

I agreed and got on. I got on and pushed myself flush against lev and make sure I had my dress beneath me too so it was lifting from the back.

he then pulled my dress beneath my thighs. I almost choked on air. 

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