Dear Diary,
Tomorrow the tour starts. Me and Nash have been hanging out nonstop. I took a shower this morning and I was tired I forgot my clothes except for my new undies and bra, and someone deceided to use all the towels. I had to wait to airdry. I got dressed and stepped outside and whif of somoene cooking hitting me in the face. The bra is a dark pink with lace covering them and so are the undies and kind of small.
I saw Nash turn around before his eyes rake down my body, I smirk and walk to get my suitcase that someone put on top of the bunk which I can't reach. I was struggling to get my suitcase down when I hear all the boys come in from outside.
They're all fussing about something but when their eyes lay on me they go quiet. I was struggling horribly. That's when I feel someone press themselves against my back and grab my suitcase, pulling it down for me. I mananaged to stutter out a thank you as the boys wolf whistlem and walking to the bathroom. I get dressed and hear Nash,
"I picked them out."
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Dear Diary (Magcon)
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