Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter eighteen

One week later

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...NO," I say while looking down at the checklist on my phone, all the stuff we will need for Paris on one tiny note. "I forgot tampons."

After I get some emergency, code red, woman sticks and shove them in my bulging suitcase, I drag it to the door where all the boys are awkwardly standing, waiting for me.

"You got everything babe?" Ashton asks.

"I hope so, this is my first time travelling out of America. Oh shit, we might need to bring the first aid kit a-"

"Blair, you're going to be fine," Sam says, giving me a reassuring smile that I always love seeing from him.

His positivity makes me take a deep breath and instantly I feel tranquility wash over my body.

"Thank you Sam. Now, Ashton and Dean, can you two take the suitcases out to the impala? I want to talk to Sam alone for a minute."

Dean cautiously takes Ashton's suitcase as if it's a bomb and gives him a dirty look while Ashton ignores him and grabs my own, walking out of the apartment.

These three haven't been able to get comfortable with each other for the past week or so that Ashton has gotten back, and it worries me a bit.

I can tell because every time we're all in the same room it's very awkward and tense. The boys always try to avoid Ashton for some reason and Ashton keeps on asking me if the boys can move out earlier.

I keep telling the boys that Ashton is a great person if you get to know him and I tell Ashton that the two aren't leaving any earlier then by the time we get back from Paris.

I guess we'll just have to see what happens in the future.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Sam says, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah. Um, I've never actually travelled out of America before and I'm just worried about our apartment. Can you make sure everything is just running alright and working and not destroyed by the time we get back?"

"So keep doing what we've been doing this whole time pretty much?"

"Yeah, I guess," I chuckle. "I trust you two enough now to know you won't steal or break anything on purpose. But, please just text me if anything's wrong."

"I'll text you every night," Sam gives me a crooked smile, for some reason causing my stomach to feel weird.

I clear my throat.

"Well, anyways, I'm sorry I won't be here to celebrate my twenty second birthday with you guys."

"You're turning 22?" Sam asks with a serious tone, his face dropping and eyes growing just a tiny bit wider all of a sudden.

"Yeah. The date's on the calendar in the kitchen if you forgot," I say, quieter than usual.

"Okay." Sam looks to the floor as if he's thinking hard. A quiet minute goes by while Sam still seems like his brain is abuzz with thoughts.

"Well, we should get going now. Don't want Ashton and Dean to be waiting for too long."

"Yeah..." Sam mumbles while we walk out of the apartment together. He closes the door behind him and we begin to walk down the hallway.