I frantically pace around my room as I pull out clothes I forgot I even had trying to pack for LA. Bikinis, shorts, tank tops, all over my floor with my suitcase sitting empty on my bed. I exhale a frustrated breath as I pick up my phone to FaceTime Nick.
"Nick help me" I mumble with a hand over my forehead.
"Let me see your room right now" He laughs as I flip my camera and show him my empty suitcase and the clothes all over my floor.
"Oh my fucking god scar I can't even see one floor board, how many clothes do you own?"
"None apparently" I sigh.
"Calm down, you're procastapacking" He laughs.
"Procasta- what?" I saw with wide eyes and furrowed brows.
"Procasta-Packing" He says pausing between the two words. "You are currently procrastinating and thinking about packing and worrying about packing a suitcase instead of actually doing it"
"Oh my god I'm procrastapacking"
"Yeah you clearly are" He scoffs. "Let me see your options"
I hold up a few swimwear options, a few tops, few shorts, few shoes.
"Those literally all work what is wrong with you" He laughs at my stress levels.
"Shut the fuck up"
"God why are you stressing who are you trying to impress?" He questions me.
"I don't know I just don't know how much to pack" I say as I fold one tank top and put it in my suitcase.
"Scar take that back out your suitcase you wear that practically every day" He says in a serious tone. "How many tops do you have in there?"
"I mean I'll probably change a few times so I'll need a few" I scratch the back of my neck.
"How many tops Scar?"
"21..." I mumble.
"Oh my god take more than half of them out of your suitcase right now before I hang up on you"
"Fine whatever" I roll my eyes as I take a good handful out of the case.
"Do you have jackets in there?" He asks.
"No, good thinking" I say as I take one nice jacket and one hoodie out my closet.
"Is two enough?" He asks clearly wanting to end this call.
"Well I'll have these plus the hoddie I'm gonna wear traveling so I think I'll be fine. Plus Granny Sue has a washing machine"
"Okay so you're fine. You pretty much have everything so can I hang up now?"
"Yes Nick you're free to go. Thanks for hel-" My words come to a stop as I'm interrupted by the sound of Nick hanging up on me. The bitch didn't even let me finish my sentence.
I roll my eyes before grabbing my phone from its propped up position to text Matt.
Bernard
What time are you picking
me up tomorrow?
The flight is at 7am so I'll
pick you up at 5:30
Why so early? I'm gonna die
Because it's 30 minutes to the
airport so that gives us an hour
to check in and get through
security and find the gate
Ugh whatever
Good night Scar :)
Goodnight Matthew see you
at the ass crack of Dawn :|
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End Of Me -Matt Sturniolo-
FanfictionSlow burn friends to lovers Matt Sturniolo x fem! oc Book contains swearing No smut/ sexualising Social media/irl If the triplets say they're uncomfortable with this fic I'll take it down immediately. Started 11/5/22 achievements: #1 in matthew 1...
