𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 ☆ ᴛ. ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

𝟒𝟑. 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

"are you high?"

"no ness, you're being ridiculous. its seriously not that big of a deal." cody spat.

"me? so what are you then?"

"reasonable."

cody scanned the key card and swung open the door. he threw his bag on the bed and then proceeded to throw himself onto the bed.

"reasonable? you've known about your cousins wedding for 3 months now and you failed to give us a notice in advance?" vanessa threw her bag onto her bed.

"please ness, you guys will be fine."

"oh trust me, we will be perfectly fine. it's not very professional of you to tell me that you're taking a week off 2 days before you plan on taking it."

"what about me screams professional to you?"

"whatever cody, go to your stupid fucking wedding." vanessa rolled her eyes. cody's younger cousin invited him to his wedding in italy, which normally would have been fine if he actually told the team that he was going. it didn't help that they had just lost their game, and vanessa was already pissed off.

he crashed down onto his bed, "gladly." he said, he was obviously also annoyed, but he really didn't have a reason to be.

vanessa walked into the bathroom to take off her makeup for the day. everything she had laid out was no longer there. "cody, where's all my shit!?"

"i moved it, there was no room for my stuff." he replied. vanessa saw all of her things replaced by cody's shit. this was exactly why she never shared a room. that was unless it was trea, because he knew better than to mess with vanessa's stuff without her permission or knowledge.

"well where the fuck is it then?" she shouted back.

"i put it in your travel bag." she pulled her bag out from underneath the counter. all of her items were carelessly thrown into the bag.

vanessa was the type of person to have everything in a specific way, and if it wasnt that way, she'd freak out. she had tons of organized messes, that she'd eventually clean, but she was the one that had to do it.

"cody why on earth would you do that?"

"so i could use the counter!" he argued

"well you left your shit everywhere!"

"because you didn't?"

"you could've asked me to move it instead of doing it yourself!" she yelled back at him.

"why does it even matter?"

"because i hate when other people move my stuff, cody. you should fucking know that by now."

"ness, why the hell would i know that! i dont follow you around like a dog like your boyfriend." he snapped.

touchy subject, "excuse me? its fucking rude to move other peoples shit."

"you dont have to put 'fucking' in every sentence just because your mad." cody snarked at the girl. "maybe if you picked up after yourself i wouldn't have to move your shit."