A Trip Back Home

Chapter 3// She Was A Feisty One

Last chapter was difficult to upload, I had to refresh over ten times, but it's up now. If there are problems, pm me please.
Picture above is of Dylan Sprayberry, who I think is he closet to Grayson. In this picture, he honestly looks like it. I explain it in an A/N in a few chapters, no worries.

Willow's Outfit-

CHAPTER THREE: SHE WAS A FEISTY ONE

The next morning, when I wake up I am confused, but quickly remember that I'm at my sister's house. I stretch and lay in bed for a few moments, enjoying the peace and quiet. Today is a sunny day, which I am grateful for. I slowly get up, and stroll out to the living area. Jaq is already up and making breakfast.

"Guten Morgen," she greets.

"Morgen," I answer back, yawning.

"Why are your pajamas so cute?" Jaq whines, as she pulls the bread out from the cabinet.

"You mean these?" I asked, pointing down to pink and white stripped Victoria's Secret PJs. "They were free. Perks of being a model," I smirk.

"Har, har. Hey, bestest sister, you should maybe get me a pair sometime," Jaq said, pulling a sugar sweet smile.

"Duly noted," I answer, inspecting my nails.

"Okay, anyway, I took the day off today, so we are going to go do something. Go to the mall, walk around downtown, watch a movie, anything. Your choice."

I nodded. "Downtown sounds interesting. Let's do that."

"Okay then, after breakfast, we'll get ready and go downtown."

"I'm so excited!"

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As soon as I get dressed, I grab my camera and purse, excited to go explore. Jaq is already waiting, and she grabs her keys. We talk excitedly, still catching up. Last time I visited Germany, she was dating a man named Jace, and quite frankly, he was a man wh*re. I'm glad that she has Drew. He's also in the medical field, which is how they met, almost like a cliché love story. It made me feel all giddy inside, giving me a feeling like butterflies.

The last time she visited me in America, I was living in Los Angeles for a few months, working on a project, and was dating an actor named Tyler. Our breakup was mutual, and we're still really close, which I think is cool. I met him at a premiere for one of his movies, which my modeling company was promoting. We talked, and I asked him out on a date. We dated for about a year, and we just broke up about five weeks ago.

Approaching downtown, I saw many buildings and places that I recognized, but there were also new renovations that I was unfamiliar with.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing out a brand new building.

"That? It's an extension to the market," she replied, barely glancing over at it.

I nod, and we form into a comfortable silence. I observe my beloved city, excited to be back home after so long.

Jaq parks the car, and we enter the round shopping plaza.

"There's this store I have to show you. Opened around 2 years ago. It's amazing. You'll love it."

I nod. "Then let's get on it, dawg on it."

Jaq chuckles at the child hood expression, and leads me up the stairs to the top, presumably where the store is.

We enter it, and one of the workers immediately recognizes Jaq, and waves, approaching us.

"Hey, Jaq. Here for the surprise?"

Jaq nods, and glances at me, a mischievous smile on her lips. I squint my eyes in a suspicious look, and her smile only widens.

"Yeah, Willy is finally in town, so it's time to get things rolling."

I grimace at my childhood nickname, but am more worried about what "get things rolling" means.

"I gotcha. Be back in a moment."

The lady disappears, and Jaq leads me to a rack filled with clothes. "Isn't this beautiful?" Jaq asks, pulling a dress off the rack.

I nod, inspecting the blue and white stripped dress. "Super chic."

"Do you like it?"

I nodded again. "Yeah."

"Okay, then."

"Okay what?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I'm getting this for you?" She answers, going to browse through the rest of the store.

"No, I can pay for it myself," I say, blocking her way.

She sighs exasperated. "I'm not homeless, now move out of the way so I can finish your outfit."

"No, why? You can buy the dress, if you really want to, but I'm buying the rest of the outfit."

She glares at me. "If you don't let me, I will leave you here and drive back home."

Now it's my turn to glare. "You wouldn't dare."

She smirks now. "Try me."

Although I'm taller, she's not intimidated by it. Not that she ever was. She was a feisty one growing up. "Fine," I mutter resentfully.

"Yay! Now let's go look for the rest of your outfit."

She leads me through the store, showing me several things to go with the dress. The only thing that really sticks out is a white leather jacket.

"Yeah, this goes really well, with it," Jaq says, holding them up together.

As we decide on the jacket, the lady comes back out, holding a thick envelope in her hands. "Here you go, Jaq. Let me know how it goes." She smiles, and gives a small wave.

"Okay, here you go. Read it."

I raise my eyebrows, and open the envelope carefully. The note is written in a familiar scrawl but I couldn't quite place it.

Knowing you, you probably haven't looked at your to-do list. But here is one of your tasks: Visit a childhood place—The Hideout.

Hope this brings happy memories, and make sure to finish your list before one month is up.

-Your friends and family

My stomach dropped a bit. The Hideout? I couldn't possibly go there. Not with all the memories.

Around the age of 10 years old...

"Komm schon! Don't be a wuss!"

I pressed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I stepped over the edge, letting all my weight drop down, causing my stomach to fly.

"Du must diene Augen auf lassen, Willow."

[You need to open your eyes, Willow."]

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, and my breath hitched in my throat. The view was even more beautiful swinging off.

"Loslassen!"

[Let go!"]

Trusting the voice, I let go and dropped into the water. I plugged my noise and swam to the top with a huge smile.

"Das war cool! Noch mal!"

[That was cool! Again!']

I looked up to be met by a knowing smile.

"Komm dann."

[Come on then."]

"Komm dann," Jaq said, looking back at me from a few paces away, a smile on her face. "You still need a pair of shoes."