GAGE

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A/N: Picture of Bret & Josie>>
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The next morning, I wake up to Gage shuffling around the room. His eyes flash past me, but he ignores my presence.

I pull the blanket further above my chest and watch him leave. I groan when the door shuts and fall back asleep.
• • •

"Bitch, wake up!" A voice yells.

I am being viciously shaken awake and look up to see Bret.

"Oh my god," I mumble, "I'm naked!" I complain.

"And?" He widens his eyes shrugging.

I sigh, "Do you have clothes for me or what? I don't have anything here."

"Of course I do. Gage didn't want you to be alone today because he'll be out all day, so I'm here to keep you company!" Bret puts a hand in the air and poses.

"I'm taking a shower." I laugh.

"Good, you probably need one after you got dicked the fuck down last nigh-"

"Okay!" I yell, "Make sure the clothes aren't hideous."

"Have you seen me?" He looks offended.

I chuckle and scurry to the bathroom. I take a quick shower go back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me.

"Okay, show me whatcha got." I plop myself onto the bed.

He holds up a maroon and white slightly cropped baseball tee and black leggings.

"Is this it?" I chuckle.

"Yes! You've gotta blend in so put this on." He throws me the clothes, "And this," he throws a black Nike baseball cap, "And these," he sets down a black pair of Nike Roshes.

I sigh before shoeing him out and getting dressed.

After I'm dressed I go to the bathroom to see a black chest filled with makeup items. Bret must've left this.

I put on black eyeliner and thick coats of mascara before meeting him in the main room of the suite.

"So today we have a lot of things to do. First, we're going to breakfast, then we're shopping, then lunch, then we're going to the pool," Bret says as we walk to the lobby, "then I'm going to get you dolled up for your special date." Bret wiggles his eyebrows.

"Special date?" I raise my brows.

"Yes! But I can't give much away so spare me." He says as we get into black G Wagon truck.

"Is this yours?" I gasp while he starts the car.

"For now. I have one back home." He smiles.

"I've always wanted one of these." I admire the fabulous interior.

"What do you drive?" He asks, turning on the radio.

"In my head, a G Wagon."

"Well at least you didn't pay for it by making prostitutes and fugitives look pretty." He reasons.

I throw my head back chuckling.

Soon we park on the side of the street and I get out of the car after Bret.

"How do you know your way around here so well?" I ask while we walk down the street littered with stores.

"This is the stuff that happens when your shit is international." He extends his words.

A quirky character he is.

"I could imagine. I could also imagine you've got hoes all around the world then." I joke

"Bitch, you know I do, hey!"

"What's that thing you do?" I cackle referring to when he sticks his tongue out and makes the throaty noise.

"It's a ritual! It applies in varied situations." He says seriously.

"Teach me your ways!" I beg.

"You have to undergo the Bret training. It's a way of life really. I think it's a gay thing." He shrugs and we walk up to an outdoor restaurant.

I scan the menu hanging over the counter and we order. After, we sit at one of the tables on a balcony hovering over the ocean.

After the breakfast that was really brunch, Bret and I shop at an outlet mall for hours.

He explains that Gage gave him a card with a shit load of money on it for me to buy clothes for the rest of my stay here.

We arrive back to the hotel and I put on one of the bikinis that I got- or Gage got me.
• • •

"Bitch, my fingers look like raisins." Bret examines his fingers and we decide to leave.

I laugh at Bret complaining about his 'salad fingers' when I collide with someone.

That someone just happened to be the guy that was staring at me last night.

"How about you watch where you're going?" I say rudely.

"I actually was, I did that on purpose. I wanted to talk to you." He smirks.

"And there was no other way you could've done that?" I raise my brow unamused.

"I never say there wasn't, but I chose this way didn't I?" He holds the smug expression on his face.

"I don't know why you did because it won't work." I say before pushing past him and grabbing Bret.

Just before Bret and so get to the elevator the guy yells, "It did work, you talked to me!"

I can hear the smile in his voice and I chuckle before continuing the journey to my hotel room.