--------PART TWO--------
The bliss from the night lulled me to sleep instantaneously after the ball. The idea of a week away from Theodore is complete serotonin. So much so in fact that in my dreams, I was happily waving goodbye to him as he tried feverishly to get to me. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if I had giggled in my sleep.
By the time I woke up, the sun was well above the horizon line. Its harsh beams softened by the curtains on the door. I wonder how long I've been asleep. My body arches in a yawn as I stretch out my arms. In a daze I walk myself to the journal's hiding spot and pluck it out. I hum a soft tune as I step back to the bed and sit down. My thumb brushes over the pages with a swishing sound. I flick it open, finding a blank page. Taking the pen into my hand, I begin to write.
Dear Joe,
What a night-
A knock sounds from the door and I quickly tuck the book under my pillow. I throw my legs back off the bed and open the door slowly. Bronson and McQueen stand there holding a large chest between them.
"Good morning?" I stare at the chest between them as they bow their heads in greeting.
"Good. Morn.ing." McQueen states easily while Bronson huffs beside him.
"May we come in?" Bronson asks between exhausted gasps. I step back from the door ushering them in. They set it down with a thunk and Bronson lets out a wheeze. "It's empty... I do not... understand why it is so hard to... carry."
"Just. Wait. Un.til. It. Is. Full." McQueen mutters. Bronson rolls his eyes back and snaps his mouth shut as a high pitch scream sounds out from somewhere in his throat.
"Why would you need to be carrying a trunk around?" I ask as I lean against the wall and glance briefly at the doors outside. The light is just beginning to arrive outside. That means it is pretty early for them to be doing... whatever this is. "Is this some kind of security training or something?"
"Se.cur.ity. Train.ing?" McQueen calls and I turn to look at him.
"What? Is that not a thing you do?" I ask and they both stare at me. "Okay... well then. If you will excuse me. I think I am going to lie back down. I'm still rather spent from last night." I turn and go to take a step towards my bed.
"But Miss Burks you cannot go back to sleep." Bronson calls and a tinge of annoyance slaps red hot onto my chest. "We have much to do before-"
"Before what?" I ask slowly turning my head around at them. "We never do anything on these days, so what is it?" My eyes narrow into a glare at them. "You guys, I am very tired. Please just leave so that I may rest."
"Miss Burks..."
"What..." I growl and Bronson frowns as he looks towards the ground.
"You. Have. Some.thing. To. Do. To.day." McQueen states and I narrow my eyes at him.
"And what would that be?"
"Y-you are going to the late town of Whimington this week." Bronson squeaks and I look at him. "Don't you remember?"
"What are you talking about?" I ask, but I already knew the answer.
"You. Are. Trav.el.ing. To. Col.lin's. Home.town." McQueen states and my heart continues to sink.
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