Not your Average

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So if you guys haven't seen Matt's new YouTube video, he said he hates coffee

And in my last chapter, I put that he loves coffee and Nash hates it...

I'm going to fix it but here's a new chapter for you guys

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We were in our hotel room and we were getting ready to sleep. The sunset from our 7 story high room was amazing, although I'm afraid of heights.

I walked over to the bathroom to change. I washed my face, dried the parts of my hair that didn't dry yet and changed.

I walked out and crashed into the bed. I was starting to get jet lag.

• • • next morning • • •

My phone went off for Reagan and I to wake up and get ready.

I let it go off to wake up Reagan, not feeling enough energy to wake her up myself.

"Reagan!" I yelled to her. She rolled over so she was facing me. "Time to get ready"

She felt around her bed, I guess looking for her phone.

I shut my phone off and grabbed my clothes to wear.

I had a teal bikini top with a flowy layer of cut outs on it, along with white bottoms.

I brushed my hair out and left it so in its naturally wavy state.

I grabbed my waterproof makeup, just incase. I put on mascara, and put on my suit.

I grabbed a tank top with the sides cut low and light denim shorts.

"Marisa why do you take so long!" Reagan yelled.

"I'm almost done" I called back. I grabbed my aviators off the table and it out.

"Finally" Reagan said playfully rolling her eyes.

I walked over to my bed and went onto my phone, scrolling through Instagram.

I saw my notifications were blowing up. A lot were comments like "this is the girl" or "were you the girl with Matt yesterday?" But some posted hurtful comments. I knew Reagan would get the comments too, since she was out with us.

"Reagan hurry up!" I yelled, not wanting to get too deep into the comments.

"I'm almost done" she replied back.

Once Reagan finished getting ready, she came out of the bathroom and we left.

"Let's take the stairs" I said. "Hell no I'm not going down the stairs, I just woke up" Reagan replied.

"Don't leave me alone" I whined. "You're loss" she replied back. She pushed the button to go down. "I hate you" I told her.

I started walking down the hallway and she yelled to me "love you too!"

I got to the stair well and remembered we were on the 7th floor.

I groaned but just took the stairs anyways.

I think at about the 2nd floor, I heard people yelling and running. I heard words like "hurry" and "come on we gotta go" from that floor.

The running stopped, I guess for the elevator. I was slowly walking, considering we were early anyways.

"Come on!" A guy yelled. "I'm taking the stairs." one other guy said. I panicked, not really knowing why though. I just get nervous around other people.