[Hayes' Point Of View:]
It was about 6.30 a.m. when we reached Kirsten's house.
Not to mention, pulling over just to eat our breakfast made it seem like we were hundreds of blocks away from her house.
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I pulled into Kirsten's garage and Smith was there, up and early to assist us.
I got out of the car and opened Kirsten's door. Kirsten walked over to Smith while-
"YOU FORGOT WE'RE IN HERE HAYES."
Oh. The three musketeers. Haha.
Ugh.
They banged the windows with clenched fists. Hey. Mind not hitting too hard?
The windows might break.
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I went over to the minivan and opened the doors.
Cameron, Bridgette and Tez playfully glared at me.
Well great. Smith is just looking at me. Thank you little shits.
I went to the trunk and got the bags that were piled with our clothes and tossed them onto my back.
As I walked to Kirsten, I saw her whispering something in Smith's ear and his usually strict, no nonsense demeanor shifted to a more gentle one.
I wonder what she told him.
I guess he's her 'so-called' father when her parents are out.
After the little small-talk between the two, Kirsten walked over and I nudged her shoulder.
"What did you tell Ol' Mr. Smithy?"
I said as I casually raised one of my eyebrows.
"The new news. Haha. Let's go in and change Grier."
Kirsten pulled out the house keys from her pocket and stuck it into the keyhole and twisted it until she heard a click.
She grabbed the doorknob handle and pulled it down then forward.
"Wow! Look who's up and early!"
Kirsten greeted out to her sister who was laying there, with.
Pizza.
"Uh. Kris? Mind giving me a slice?"
"Babe. You just ate."
Well, you can't blame me for being a hungry boyfriend.
Kirsten walked up the stairs and signaled me to go upstairs.
I brought the bags with me and dropped them right outside her room.
I went into her room and plopped myself onto the bed.
"No way are you going to follow me into the bathroom. If you get in, I'm going to beat the crap outta you."
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1 a.m Habit
Jugendliteratur"It's 1 am, where are we going?" "We have all night, every night, don't stress." In their 6 years of friendship, whether its summer or not, ideas of what to exactly do late at night doesn't really come that naturally. Their minds are usually blank...
