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📍Greece
this was the day everyone had been dreading for — especially Jobe and Azaire. Azzy , her family and her friends would go back to New York since the vacation is over and after that , Jobe will go back to Sunderland to play for his club.
what pissed Azzy even more off is the fact that neither of them will even have time to go and visit each other since he was playing football and she was off filming.
Jobe didn't wanna acknowledge the fact that they were leaving tonight. all he did was bring Azzy food to eat every 5 minutes.
she was currently on the floor , with some of her clothes scattered around while she was trying to zip up the suitcase.
just as she was struggling to close it , Jobe walked through the bedroom door with a bowl filled with fruit in his hands.
he looked down at her and propped a grape in his mouth. "you look like a wet chicken" he said. she glared up at him. "thanks for telling me i look horrible" she spoke. he wasn't wrong though, the way she was sweating , trying to zip up the suitcase and with the heat , she probably did look like a wet chicken.
Jobe sat down on the stool as he held the bowl of fruit in his hands. he leaned back as he watched her struggle. Azzy glanced up at him , looking into his teasing eyes.
"you know," the girl started , putting her palms on the suitcase. "now would be the perfect time to be an amazing boyfriend" she motioned towards the suitcase.
Jobe playfully rolled his eyes. "what do i have to prove? i am the perfect boyfriend" he said with a slight scoff.
Azzy narrowed her eyes. "if you don't get your butt up and help me , i'm telling your mom" she threatened. it was weak but it was the only thing that could possibly work.
Jobe let out a laugh. "what are you? 5?"
with that , Azzy shouted. "Deni—"
"jesus , i'm up" Jobe sprang up and put the bowl on the vanity. Azzy snickered as he looked towards the door to make sure his mother wasn't coming.
"alright , what do i have to do?" he questioned. "close it" she said in a duh tone. Jobe mocked her and sat down on the floor , trying to close it.
"holy crap Azzy what did ya put in here? bricks?" he asked as he frowned. "i'm a girl and i love to shop, Jobe"
Jobe opened the suitcase and the first thing he did was take out a bunch of clothes and threw them on the floor. Azaire grasped. "Jobe what the hell? that took a whole 30 minutes"
Jobe ignored his girlfriend and tried to close the suitcase. it closed.
"your clothes were too much" he said.
"well what about the other clothes? i still have to pack my make up and hair stuff" the girl said as she stood up and stretched her legs, Jobe put the suitcase aside and stood up as well.
