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chapter fifteen

Morgan 

January 16

  It's moving day. Some of mine and Sierra's stuff was shipped off a few days ago to our apartment. My nerves are through the roof. I still haven't talked to my dad. Christian said he's not talking to him much, either.

  I woke up at 7 in the morning, sadly. Sierra stayed at my house and we were going to finish packing up everything here. All her stuff was ready, it was easy to say I have way more unnecessary stuff than she does. 

  Our flight was at 2:00, but we had more packing to do, there was a UHaul coming at 11:00 to get the rest of our stuff. Some stuff I was leaving here, for whoever had the house next. New me, new decorations. 

  "To be honest, I think I have all my stuff ready," Sierra said from the other side of the room. She had her mattress in my bedroom. "I know," I yawned, still waking up. As usual, I grabbed my phone and saw I had a message from Neymar. He had sent it twenty minutes ago. 

  You told me you were getting up early, so text when you wake up.

  I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision a little bit. I sat up in my, well, my mattress, and texted Neymar back.

  I just woke up. Wyd?

  I yawned again, and Sierra sat up. She looked at me. "The jig is up, girl," she said with raised eyebrows. I genuinely wasn't sure what she was talking about. "Who have you been talking to?" She got up from the mattress and walked over to mine, sitting next to me. By then, I had already turned off my phone, so she didn't see my messages. I decided to tell her anyway. 

  "I, um, it's kind of a long story?" I said in a questionable tone. "Obviously, for the past like ten days every time I'm with you you're looking down at your phone all smiley," she hit me with the pillow I had been sleeping on. I put my phone down and picked up another pillow. I hit her with it. 

  "We are not five!" I exclaimed. She put the pillow down. "Okay, so is he like," she brought her voice to a whisper, "famous?" I giggled a little bit. Yes, he was. Before I said anything, I got out of my bed and stretched a little bit. I had the same silky pajamas I wore almost every night. They were so comfortable. 

  "I guess," I shrugged. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. "Guessing? Oh my gosh, can this be like, a guessing game? All day? I LOVE IT!!" She squealed. Well, we might not be five, but she definitely was. "If you want," I said hesitantly and picked up my phone. No cheating for Sierra. I walked over to the bathroom, my phone in my hand. It would make it more fun, and afterwards I could be teased by her for five hours. How fun, yippee. 

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  Two hours later, Sierra was still very much in to the game. "Is it like an old guy? A sugar daddy?" She asked. "No hints," I said a few feet away from her, packing up my small box of makeup. Even for a model, I didn't wear makeup on a day-to-day basis, maybe some bronzer and mascara, but other than that, I was all-natural. "So he is?" She said surprised. I looked up from the box and at her. I was on the floor packing a box, and Sierra was pacing the floor trying to guess who I was talking to. 

  "No," I said simply and looked back at my box. "The UHaul people come in two hours, pack something or, do something useful," I sighed. My phone dinged, and it was from Christian. "Ohmygod is that your sugar daddy messaging you?" She squealed. I rolled my eyes. "If by sugar daddy you mean Christian, then sure, but that's a little odd. He's asking if we need any help, I'm gonna say yes because you're being super useless right now."

  Hey Sierra, you need any help? Dad's not willing to help, surprise, surprise, but I'll stop by if you want. 

  Yes please, that would be awesome. Sierra's being extra-useless. She's trying to guess who I'm talking to. Please don't tell her who, it's kinda fun

  I put my phone down and sealed up my box. I felt a cough coming on. Even though I had gotten over my cold about three days ago, occasionally I would end up with a stuffy nose or a little bit of a sore throat. I couldn't be slacking any longer, though, I had stuff to do. 

  About twenty minutes later, Sierra narrowed down that the person I was dating (Not dating, not yet at least, I hadn't even met him yet) did not have a B,I,S, or C in their name. Major progress.

  Christian had showed up and was helping me carry out Sierra and I's mattresses to the dumpster. We were planning on getting new ones in New York. One of the many new things we were going to get in New York. 

  Sierra ran out the house barefoot, screaming. It made me jump and almost drop the mattress I was carrying, with the help of my twin brother. "Oh my god, Christian knows who it is, isn't it?" She said. I looked at my brother wide-eyed, and he just shrugged. "How'd you come to that conclusion?" 

  "Well, it's simple. Christian's annoying, and if he didn't know, he'd want to," she ran up to him. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" She paused and looked at me. "Wait, as your manager, I am telling you to tell me who it is. For business purposes," she flashed her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes. "Good luck with that," I moved forwards with Christian to lead the mattress in to the yard. 

  "You know you could hire someone to do that for you?" She changed the subject. "You're both like, rich, and famous," she pursed her lips. I squinted at her, and so did my brother. We looked at each other and kept moving the mattress. "Well, it's just not the same," I shrugged, dropping the mattress. We started walking back inside to grab Sierra's. "I'd rather do it myself, helps me build up muscle," Christian flexed. I turned around to him and punched him in the arm. 

  "Ow!!" He exclaimed in pain. "I think you should build up some pain tolerance before anything," I smiled. He rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose at me. My phone dinged from my pocket. "Ohmygod, was that your sugar daddy?" Sierra exclaimed from a few feet behind us, still making her way in the door. Her face lit up, and Christian looked at me wide-eyed. "No!" I exclaimed. They both gave me an annoyed expression because I had snapped.

  I pulled my phone out from the pocket of my overalls (they're cute, okay?) and I looked at the message, it was from Neymar. I smiled when I saw the contact name. Sierra raised her eyebrows, even though I had my eyes fixed on the screen, I could see her eyebrow raise from a million miles away. 

  Sorry, I was out with my friends, but I'm home now. How's packing going

  It's going, Christian came to help cuz Sierra's being useless

  I put my phone back in my pocket and put my eyes on Sierra. "Now I'm desperate to know! At least tell me what his name starts with," she groaned. 

  "Fine, his name starts with an N," I said and kept walking to my bedroom. Christian and I picked up the mattress and headed outside. Sierra was still in the same spot in the foyer, and she looked focused. I let her be. 

  We took out the mattress, this time without any disturbances, and Sierra was still in the same spot. "What's he do?" She looked at me when we came back in. "He is famous, right?" I nodded my head, and shared a look with Christian. I gave him a HELP-ME-I-DON'T-KNOW-WHAT-TO-SAY look, and he just shrugged and smiled, giving me an I-CAN'T-HELP-YOU-FIGURE-IT-OUT-YOURSELF look. He walked away, and I considered punching him again, but I fought myself off. 

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