Chapter IV: The Trip

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"Ma," Chris calls out

"Mhm?" I reply

"Are you ready?" He's finishing packing.

"I guess. What about you?"

"Yup."

"I'm gonna text my friends and see if their ready."

"Okay"

Text message

Me: y'all almost ready?

Adrian: yea

Kiyan: yup

Aaliyah: mhm!

Christan looks at my phone, "who the f*ck is adrian?!"

"My friend."

"Why is there a heart?!"

"Because I love him, we're close friends."

"Take the heart out."

"No."

"Ila do it."

"¿Y si no lo hace?" He loves when I speak Spanish to him.

"Camila." "I'll force you to."

"As if." I scoff.

"Youlol see."

"But anyways," I remember what I had to ask him.

"Christan, what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

He knows exactly what I mean.

"What do you think we are, friends, friends w bene-

"That one." He says it with α serious as f*ck face. He's so for real. It's driving me crazy.

"Really?"

"Duh." The sass again, exactly why I'm going crazy.

"Chris, your making me go crazy. Like insane."

"I can relate." "Ever since last night I've been going ballistic."

"Ballistic?" I question.

"Yes. Ballistic. I need you. Again, last night?" "Please?"

"Of course, then no more, or we're gonna go from friends with benefits to parents." I laugh.

"Not to much, ila."

I laugh again, so does he.

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"Bae, this-"

"BAE?!" He got so excited.

"Yes, bae, anyways, this plane is beautiful, how much was it?"

"No. I'm not telling you that, all you gotta know is that I'm still rich as f*ck and will buy you anything."

"Omg, please?"

"No. I'm not saying it again."

"Okay, fine. I'll get it out of you sooner or later."

He shakes his head.
"Im tired." I state, my makeup was creasing because of my eye bags.

"Come here." Chris says, pointing me over to his lap.

Im now on his lap, leaning into his shoulder, while he rubs my back. I could do this all f*cking day. Soon enough, i fall asleep on his shoulder.

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