Coder Girl 2 /Dreamwastaken/

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As wrong as it sounds, I spent the following few days in George's bed. In my defense, he wasn't in it.

"Aren't you gonna start packing?" Nick's head poked through the crack of the door.

"For what?" I narrowed my eyes for a split second before the answer to my own question came to my memory. "Ohh, the Texas trip." I nodded.

"We're leaving in two days," he looked excited. "You know, a couple of hours is enough for me to pack, but I thought I'd tell you in advance in case we need a separate car for your makeup."

"We need a separate car for your sense of humor," I said unemotionally. "What are we packing anyway?"

Nick shrugged. "I don't know... two weeks' worth of clothes. Farm clothes."

"Farm clothes?" I repeated, looking at him blankly. "Like overalls?"

"Overalls?" Nick let out a snort, "I meant like shorts and t-shirts. Comfort clothes. But you do you."

"Comfort clothes," I said, rolling the words around my mouth. "Got it. So not overalls."

"Definitely not overalls." Nick nodded, laughing.

I thought a little harder, mentally thinking of the appropriate things to pack. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I had no idea what the trip was going to be like.

"What are we even gonna do on a farm?" I complained.

"Farm stuff," Nick's answer was extremely helpful. "I don't know, but there's a haunted house there. We're gonna go explore."

My interest immediately piqued.

"A haunted house?"

"Yeah, it's like an old abandoned creepy farmhouse," he explained, his voice getting more enthusiastic than it was before, "I remember being too scared to go there alone when I was a kid. There are rumors of paranormal stuff."

Both of us were knee-deep into ghost hunting and paranormal stuff. We watched too many shows and movies, so even a fluttering light was enough to get us hyped.

"That's awesome," I sat up, finally excited for the trip, "We'll definitely go check that out."

"We can take some cameras or something," Nick rubbed his hands together, "Maybe a spirit box? Or an EMF meter. Or both? Oh, and flashlights. Definitely flashlights."

We mentally made a list of things we needed to buy - specially for ghost hunting. We could've used our time and resources more efficiently, but who cares? We both wanted to do this for so long.

The biggest issue with this whole thing was that I had to go to our room to pack, cause most of my stuff was still there. And I wasn't too thrilled to be in the same room as him alone.

I didn't have enough trust in myself, but I had no other choice.

So sighing heavily, I mentally prepared myself for the encounter. I tried to tell myself it was just a quick in and out. Just grab bunch of clothes and get out.

Don't talk to him, don't let him come near me, and most importantly, don't fold.

But as soon as I entered the room, I knew it wasn't going to be that easy.

Clay was on the bed shirtless, as if he knew that I was coming. He looked up as soon as I walked in, and the corners of his lips curled upward in a small smirk.

Of course.

I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach and faked indifference. Going straight to the wardrobe, I started gathering my clothes.