"Hey guys! I bet you're hungry!" Ace exclaimed, passing all the grocery bags to Cyrill.
"Took you long enough, bro! What's all this?" Jonas asked, offering to help Ace and Cyrill. I decide to postpone my conversation with Jonas for later, as there is no reason to rush this conversation.
Meanwhile, Alisa and Kira began unloading some of the props from the car. I joined them to help with the boxes.
"Hey" greet by Alisa with a cheerful smile. Alisa has a graceful stature, standing at around 5'5" with a slender build that hints at her athleticism. Her skin has a warm, sun-kissed glow, often dotted with freckles that become more pronounced during the summer months. Her face is heart-shaped, framed by a mane of wavy chestnut hair that falls slightly past her shoulders. She has a fringe that frames her forehead, often swept to the side to reveal her expressive hazel eyes. I often admire how beautiful she is, especially when she starts to dance. Oh boy! a lot of boys in our school is smitten by her.
"How's the drive?" I asked. I noticed Kira's face tightened, she seemed annoyed.
"Well, Cyrill is a crazy driver! I almost puke on our way here!" Kira said clearly annoyed by the erratic driving. Kira has a statuesque young woman, standing tall at 5'9", with a slender and athletic build that speaks to her disciplined nature. Her skin is a smooth shade of olive, glowing with health and vitality. Her features are striking, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and lips that have a natural rosy hue.
Alisa chuckled. "He's trying to impress you!" she teased. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, attempting to maintain a straight face. However, when our eyes met and shared a knowing look, both Alisa and I couldn't help but burst into laughter at Kira's misfortune.
"Look at these lovely ladies having fun," Cyrill smirked. We noticed Kira's expression turn to one of disgust; she clearly wasn't fond of Cyrill.
"I'm going inside! I just can't stand it!" She stormed off, stomping her feet. Alisa and I trailed behind Kira, our hands full of props that kept slipping from our grasp due to our fits of laughter. Cyrill scratched his bald head, puzzled by Kira's annoyance, while Alisa and I continued to laugh.
After settling in, the girls took charge of setting the table. To my surprise, Cyrill turned out to be a great cook and was responsible for the food. Ace, unable to dance due to his injury, took charge of the music. Meanwhile, Alisa and Kira handled our makeup and costumes. Although the competition was only for Jonas and me, the entire team came together to help with the preparations. Their teamwork was truly admirable, with no signs of envy or discord among them.
"Dinner's ready! We've got Cyrill's special roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole," he announced with pride.
"Wow, it looks delicious!" I exclaimed, my mouth watering. Despite being fit, I have quite the appetite!
"See, Hart, this bald guy here really knows his way around the kitchen. Just look at that belly!" Ace joked, patting Cyrill's stomach.
"I'm starving, let's dig in!" Jonas declared.
We all enjoyed a wonderful dinner, discussing our strategies for tomorrow's competition and talking about our individual roles. It was a fantastic meal. As we were all gearing up for the competition the next day, we decided to call it a night and get some rest.
The cabin was divided into three rooms. After some discussion, we agreed that the boys would occupy the room closest to the main door, conveniently situated just a step away from the living room. The girls, on the other hand, would take the room directly across from the living room. We collectively decided to leave the third room vacant, earmarking it as a prep room for our competition necessities.
The girls' room was furnished with a comfortable queen-size bed, inviting and plush. Given my preference for solitude when sleeping, I suggested that I set up a cozy sleeping area on the floor using a blanket. Both Alisa and Kira were understanding and supportive of my choice, so we arranged the sleeping arrangements accordingly.
The girls had already drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the long drive to our destination. While I was equally tired, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept drifting back to my dream and memories of what had happened years ago at the Halloween Party. I couldn't shake off the image of the guy I had met, Drake. Could he really be Jonas?
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Teen Fiction"I just want to go someplace where no one knows my me." Just like that, my wish has been granted. My mom and I will move to a new place, I had to leave my former school, being a cheer captain is no longer for me. I can finally run away from my pos...
