Working all the time
Work is such a bind,
Got some money to spend
Living for the weekend ,
When it gets too much
I live for the rush,
Got some money to spend
Living for the weekend...
***
"How you liking it then ?" Dylan asked.
"What the first class plane or my stay in Sydney." I replied.
"Both." He said, wiggling his eye brows.
"Well...considering Chris has been on his meriod (man period) all week then....seven out of ten...and this ? " I say, gesturing to the first class plane we were sitting on and the champagne glass in my hand. "Couldn't be more perfect." I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"It great having rich friends who will buy you first class tickets so you can fly over to there awesome party." Dylan laughs.
"I can see." I said, watching the excitement in Dylan's eyes. "I'm going to sleep, wake me when we're nearly there." I say, downing the rest of my drink and settling into my chair, glad for the leg space, so I could stretch out.
Dylan groans and mumbles something under his breath.
"Night." I say.
Dylan only grunts.
***
"Welcome to Melbourne !" Some random person shouts throwing their arms out in front of them.
The heat had already hit me and it was considerably hotter than Sydney. The sun beamed down and warmed my air conditioned first class body and I sighed with contentment.
I pulled my beanie off and stuffed it into my suitcase and as a replacement I put some sunglasses on.
"Technically we're not in Melbourne are we?" I say, glancing over to Dylan, who pulled off his sweatshirt.
"On the outskirts." He said. "Geelong, just outside of Melbourne." He replies. "That's our taxi." He says, heading over to a yellow cab, also putting on shades. "You coming ?"
Dylan takes my suitcases and stuffs them into the taxis boot, assisted by the driver, letting me soak in the view for a second.
I slide into the cab, followed by Dylan, who literally can't contain his excitement, so will probably end up bouncing up and down for the whole thirty minute journey.
"So you been here before ?" I say to Dylan
"Course I have ! Got to go somewhere when you get bored ! This is ten times better than LA." He pauses before looking over to me. "You still live there with Liam ?"
I feel like the air gets punched out of me for a second when he mentions his name.
"I did." I correct him, struggling to regain my self.
"Oh yeah. You going to go collect your stuff ?"
"Yeah, eventually....give me a chance to see him...his hair and everything about him." I sigh
"Whoa ! He cheated on you and your making him sound like the inventor of sliced bread."
"Oh shit ! He's a fucker ! I hate him loads !"
"Your laying it on a bit thick." Dylan chuckles
I sigh and start looking out the window at the beauty of Geelong.
"It's my turn to sleep now." Dylan mumbles, I look over to him to see that he's taken of his sun glasses and rested his head on the inside of the car door. It looked incredibly uncomfortable.
He's gone to sleep in a matter of minutes, I imagine the pain in his neck when he wakes up and moves it so I scoot over into the middle of the cab and lift his head onto my shoulder. He only shifts in his sleep and doesn't wake.
"So you kids heading to a party ?" The cab driver randomly asks.
"Yeah. His friends party." I reply
"Gonna be good ?" He asks again.
"Hell yeah." Dylan mumbles in his sleep.
One great big fat hell yeah.
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