❝ everyone wants him, that was my crime.
the wrong place, at the right time
and i break down and he's pulling me in
in a world of boys, he's a gentleman ❞
fate [verb]; be to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way
malia's best friend, oscar pia...
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9:29 am oscar: ￫ when you guys finally get up come to lily and i's room
9:45 am oscar: ￫ hello what the fuck did you guys die
9:57 am oscar: ￫ okay i'm coming to wake you up
Knocking at the door wakes me up. Groaning and grabbing my head, I lunge towards my drink bottle and skull the remaining water.
"Coming!" I say, the noise pangs at my head.
Before I even made it halfway to the door, Oscar walked in and saw the state of me.
"Did you guys come back and drink here?" He asks, knowing the answer.
I turn towards Aurora in the bed I had just got out of, keeping her eyes shut but lifting an arm in the air with a thumbs up.
"Cool. Good. Okay, Lily and I are all packed up, if we miss the jet leaving at 12:30 we'll go with Lando, sound alright?"
I give him a double thumbs up as an answer and lightly smile. I did not want to be getting up yet but oh well. Oscar turns to leave when I realise I have no idea where we're going, "wait, the jet to where?"
"...Monaco? We've got tickets to the Monte Carlo Masters?" He states as if it was blatantly obvious. I nod my head sarcastically, and he laughs in return, "whatever Mal, just be ready soon."
"Sure thing Pastry!" I say, earning a middle finger from Oscar.
I walk over to the bed and push at Aurora's limp, sleepy body to wake her up. She groans in response, "give me like, 5 more minutes, please."
Rolling my eyes, I decide to listen to what Oscar had said, and get my shit together, with a little voice inside of me hoping that we would miss the jet and go with Lando instead. Before putting anything away, I get changed into clean, warm clothes and wash my face, which definitely still had makeup from last night on. I pack everything neatly into my suitcase and make a mental note to go shopping and get clothes that will match the weather of the city we go to. Once everything was packed up, I started doing Aurora's clothes because I already knew that her 5 minutes really meant 15 more minutes.
I make sure to clean up any rubbish we would leave behind, fold the dirty towels and put them on my side of the bed that I quickly made, still waiting for Aurora to wake up. She eventually does, running into the bathroom to start getting ready. 20 minutes later, she's come out of the bathroom and saw the clean room, and me sitting on the bed waiting for her.
"Oh babe you didn't have to do that!" She exclaims, but I know, she wanted me to.
She joins me on the bed, cuddling into my side, "we're going to be late for Oscarrr."
