Its weird to me how every time I need to work things go missing.
Y/n: where tf is my flat iron? Come on, come on.
Im still searching and Mattia is looking for his travel bag and we're a hot mess. Our flight is in three hrs and i need that flatiron.
Mattia: I found it.
Y/n: My flat iron?
Mattia: No my bag.
He starts laughing at me. He doesn't understand i need it. I dont like using other peoples shit i prefer my own flat irons, brush, combs, and blowdryers. Even though because of my 3b/3c hair texture its rare that i could get lice, its still possible and im not gonna risk it. If i can prevent it, best believe i will.
I look under his bed and there it is
Y/n: Got it. Lets go.
We still had an hour drive there, plus to find our line.
We get out and we are hella late. Hella late. We only had ten minutes till take off and we still had to check in. Mattia runs to the front and i run to our line to hold them off. It's taking a while just to get checked in but Mattia managed to make it. We quickly get checked and load up on the plane.
Mattia: We almost didn't make it. The next flight would have been 9hrs from now.
He says smiling.
Y/n: Im glad we did make it because we have to check in at a certain time at the hotel and as soon as i get there i need to call my manager.
As the plane takes off i quickly get tired a fall asleep for the 2hrs to Florida.
