Chapter 42

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"Frick off." I mumble when someone starts shaking me.

After countless minutes of trying to wake up, I finally do and sit on the floor, wrapped in my blanket, questioning everything.

I shower and get dressed into,

A gray Nike sweatshirt
Black ripped jeans
Black and white vans

I put my hair into a bun and then went to wake up Kenzie and Dyl.

I tried everything yet nothing worked, until Matt yells, "Look! Free chicken nuggets."

All three of us jump and say, "where?" at the same time.

"There you go." he smiles cheekily at me.

"Alright, both of you, in the shower." I point to the bathroom.

"No mommy! Uncwe Cammy showa yestaday!" Kenzie says.

"Hold on." I say. "Cam, did you give the twins a bath yesterday?" I yell.

"Yeah." he mumbles but yells it.

"Thanks!"

"Mhm hm."

They look up at me with a duck face.

"Oops?"

They giggle and I look for clothes for them.

Dyl dressed into

A different colored flannel with grey and with a kinda vest
Grey jeans
Black and white vans

Then, Kenzie got dressed into,

A black and white poka-dotted romper
Gold-ish flats

For her hair, she wanted two french braids.
Matt styled Dyl's hair and left part of it under his hat.

We all texted in the group chat and decided to go to a breakfast place down the street. Everyone wanted to walk since it's not far so we did.

Matt held my hand, he had Kenzie on his back, and I was holding Dyl's hand because when he was on Matt's back, he jumped off and nearly hit his head on the floor.

When we got to the restaurant, we sat down at a booth and talked amongst ourselves. I was talking to Dyl about jumping off high places. He didn't care but pretended to listen.

The waitress got our orders after awhile and then came back with our food.

"Tay and Matt sitting in a tree.." Hayes sang quietly in my ear.

"Stop harassing me, Hayes." I say loudly.

"Hayes, quit it." Nash tells him.

Hayes rolls his eyes and I stick my tongue out at him.

He flips me off.

"Nash!" I pout.

"Hm?"

"Hayes." I point at him and make a pouty face.

"Stop Hayes."

Hayes glares at me and I smile.

"Child."

"Poop."

"Butthole."

"Lettuce."

He and I argued until I said lettuce.

"Well, let's go. I haven't packed and it's 12, we leave at 3." Cam states.

We get all out stuff and pay then walk back to the hotel.

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