Should I? -Nick Robinson

Devil in her purse

Isabella pov
Two weeks go by and then on Sunday my parents give me something. Three tickets. "What is this" I ask them. "I won three tickets to California through a convention raffle at work", my mom says. "And we can't go because we have the party fundraiser" my dad explains. "Soooo, we're giving you the tickets to go there with two of your friends". "Are you serious right now!? Oh my gosh thank you so so so much I love you I love you both!" I scream. I know immediately who I'm going to invite, Rem and Nicole. They both have always wanted to go to California so this is the perfect opportunity. I call each one and tell them to pack their bags. "AHHHHHH!!! ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME ISABELLA?" Nicole screams in my ear. I giggle, "no Nicole my parents gave me tickets that they won and said to bring two friends. I'm bringing you and Rem". "YAY IM GOING TO GO SHOPPING NOW TO PACK BYE" she hangs up. After I call Rem, I myself start to pack what fashionable clothes I own and start to make a to-do list for when we get there. We're staying five days over there and I want to make every last memory count. As soon as I finish packing tops to wear, my mom knocks on my door. "Come in" I say. "Hey honey, I just wanted to let you know that the tickets are coming in a package with access to this Gala where many famous actors will be going to so I suggest you come with me to pick out a nice gown", she says with a smile. My jaw drops down. "Oh, my, god mom. Are you serious? This is insane". "Ok ok just get dressed and come downstairs in 15 min so we can leave". "Ok I love you" I say in a sweet tone, fluttering my eyelashes. She walks out of the room and I quickly unlock my phone. I text both Nikky and Rem to go shopping for a gown for the Gala and then I shut down my phone. I know they would spam me. I finish packing and go downstairs.
Nick pov
The limo pulls up to my house and as I get out, I hand him a 100$ bill. "Thanks" I tell the driver. "No problem , Mr. Robinson. Call me anytime you need me." I give him a slight nod and walk up the path leading to the white door. I open the door and I suddenly hear yipping. Fuck. It's her dog. It's Taylor's dog. A Pomeranian little puff ball of shit. I spot it coming towards the door, growling at me. I try to turn back towards the outside but then I hear her voice. Double fuck. "Nickyyyyyyyyyy I missed youuuuuuu!!!". No, no, no, no, no, no. She's dressed in a tight skirt with a fancy blouse and a poufy jacket wearing ridiculously high, pink heels. She runs (or tries to) to me and I'm greeted with an artificial hug. "Hi baby, how are you?" I ask in a fake tone. I could care less. "I've been so lonely without you", she says with a pouty face, "where were you??". "I took a mini vacation to Miami. You know I was just feeling a little stressed out with filming and all". She leans in and starts kissing me, with tongue and all. Bleh. After the first five seconds, I turn away and go to make a sandwich in the kitchen. "So Nick, we're going to the Carousel of Hope Ball on Wednesday for a childhood diabetes organization. I mean, it's good for our publicity and stuff so we should go. Do you wanna go?" She genuinely asks me. "Yeah. Sure whatever you want" I reply taking a bite of my sandwich. Taylor has turned into a little prissy person who carries a devil in her purse at all time. The two go hand in hand. Why are you still together with her? I don't know. If I breakup with her, it'll be bad for publicity but even that doesn't even matter anymore. Maybe I'm just waiting for an angel to break the contract between me and the devil.