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Monday, July 17th The Airport, Austin, Texas Onika's Pov
"Nic, where the hell is your car? These bags are heavy as fuck!" Lauren stressed as we exited the terminal.
The woman had packed a total of two huge suitcases and a duffle. The duffle bag held all her toiletries and other important necessities she could've had, while each suitcase was packed to the brim with clothes to last a month on a two week trip. Of course that shit was heavy.
"I told you not to bring all those bags, now look at you."
Her eyes rolled, giving me a dismissive shake of her hand, "Whatever, where's your brother anyway?" She began searching the area as we approached the lot, I reached into my pocket for my phone.
: where are you? Me and Lauren are outside and we don't see you
Babyy🥰❤️: my bad, boo
Babyy🥰❤️: I got caught up with something, but I'm down the street rn
: wdym you got caught up?
: I texted you before we boarded the plane, you should've been had all that shit sorted out
: our flight landed forty minutes ago, wth you get caught up with knowing you had to pick us up?😒
Babyy🥰❤️: ikik, I was hanging with the boys and it slipped my mind
Babyy🥰❤️: look I'm here, I'll make it up to you later
: wtv nigga, I would've had my brother do it if you weren't gonna be on time
: knowing damn well you insisted that you pick us up, fr Meek?
Babyy🥰❤️: I'm sorry baby🥺
I rolled my eyes, reacting to his message with a thumbs down. He just pissed me off, I reminded him of my flight back today a week ago, as well as various occasions leading up to it. Originally my brother was going to pick us up, since I was having him watch my car for me while I was gone.
Then Rihmeek begged me to let him drive my car for the few weeks I was gone, initially I had told him no. Nobody drove this car except for me, of course there was the rare instance of my family needing to borrow it, but I didn't let anyone aside from them handle my vehicle.
Still, he whined about it for a week, listing every possible reason as to why he should be allowed to use my car. I tried to ignore his attempts, yet his non-stop begging about the situation was beginning to irk my nerves so to get him to stop, I agreed.
