Cupcake

Chapter 2

Rylie's airport outfit! Enjoy!
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I don't understand girls sometimes...AND I AM ONE! Like who cares if you got crumbs on your new bag or if one strand of hair is out of place. Heck! My hair is always out of place but do you see me complaining? Nope. Tay and Ken have been complaining about the wind ever since we landed in Coastal City which was ten minutes ago. They are starting to get on my nerves.

"Hey guys! Could you please stop complaining and maybe like, oh I don't know, call Mr. Collins please!" I yelled, which attracted many strange stares. Oh well.

"We did and he said he just arrived, but I can't look like a bird just made a nest in my hair Ry!" Tay told me.

Man... she's crazy. Just as I thought that, a sleek black car pulled up and two big, muscular men came out and took our luggage. Holy moly! They are huge and I mean like 6'7. What are they eating? As Tay, Ken, and I slid into the car, Mr. Collins greeted us and soon we were off to a place I'd like to call home.

Home. Such a foreign word. Such a strange word. A place where strange people just so happen to be in. People I'd like to call my family.

As we pulled up the long, graveled driveway, I noticed that some things changed a little. There was a beautiful garden along the driveway with little light fixtures in them. Wow. It's even more beautiful than I remember. The house never changed though. Still as loving and cozy looking as ever. Mr. Collins Had already dropped Tay and Ken off at their homes; leaving me to reminisce about all the times I lived here. Suddenly we came to a stop, signaling me to unbuckle my seat belt and get ready to jump into the arms of my loving parents. As soon as I opened the car door, I ran straight into the house(after I took my shoes off) and right into a firm...wall? Or was it a chest? Whatever it is I ran into, I fell straight on to my butt. Daaaaaaang. A hand was extended out to me and I took it. The only sound I heard were people laughing at me and as I looked up, saw them. You know. THEM! My brother and his handsome yet annoying playboy friends. Just my luck. Oh yeah, and to make matters worse, HE helped me up. HIM! WILLIAM FREAKING VILLERS! Why do you hate me world?! Why? I'm a good person, I mean I'm weird, strange, loud, awk-

"Aren't you going to let go of my hand now, shortcake?" What the. Shortcake? And here comes the uncontrollable laughter.
"Shortcake?" I said while regaining my breath. Who in the world calls someone shortcake?
"Well shortcake, I do." said a low voice.
Whoops. Did I say that out loud? Boy am I in some deep guacamole.