win a date with one direction // l.t.

Chapter 8: Vacation

"You need to be fatter!" Monica yelled, trying to zip my overstuffed suitcase.

"Oh, let me just snap my fingers and give myself a few extra pounds!" I continued to jump up and down on it, hoping we could make some progress on closing it. "Zac! Please come help us! I'm begging you!" I yelled from on top of the suitcase. I refused to move. We had gotten so close and I was not going to get off just to spend another thirty minutes trying to get back to where we were.

Zac entered the room, fixing the light blue tie that was wrapped around his neck. "What the hell do you want? I'm busy!" I rolled my eyes.

"Please come zip this up for us? Monica can't get it with just me sitting on top of it." This time, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Please!?"

"Why don't you just take some stuff out and put it in another suitcase?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What a great idea, Zac! I didn't think of that!" I yelled, rolling my eyes. My words dripped with sarcasm. "Zac! I don't have another suitcase! I'm not stupid, we already thought of that! We are using every suitcase we possibly have! Which is two! I'm using one and Monica is using the other one because she doesn't have one at her house. Now get over here and zip the dang suitcase!"

He stared at me wide eyed and with horror. With little hesitation, he made his way over to my bed, where Monica was climbing on top of the suitcase next to me. After ten minutes of jumping around together, we managed to close it. Packing to come back, was going to be a lot more fun. "Thank you," I said, giving Zac a hug. "Good luck at lunch with Tasha and the future in-laws." I took the tie away from his hands and began to fix it for him myself.

"Thank you," he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

"You and your brother are literally the cutest," Monica said, jumping off the top of the suitcase. I laughed. "What? It's true. I've never seen a brother and sister as cute as you guys. Makes me wish I had a brother or sister."

I shrugged. "It's only been like this since Mom and Dad passed. We use to hate each other but after it was just us two, we promised to never hate or abandon each other, no matter what." Silence filled the room and that's when I left, going to the kitchen to get a drink. "Where's Dillion at?" I asked. "We need to leave in about ten minutes."

I looked over at the clock; ten forty-seven. Zac and Tasha were leaving for their one hour drive to where Tasha's parents lived and we needed to start leaving if we wanted to avoid traffic and every other thing that came with visiting Disney World. "Text Dill, will ya?" I asked Tasha as I reached into the fridge and grabbed one of my strawberry Fantas.

Twisting the cap, a hissing sound was heard as all the pressure got released from the inside of the bottle. The sweet, strawberry taste was sudden at first but settled down as I gulped down about a third of the bottle. Delicious! I let out a sigh of comfort after my body was now filled with the refreshing taste of the soda.

As I set my bottle down on the counter, the door was thrown open and an exasperated Dillion was standing in the door way, jumping up and down on one leg as he tied one of his shoes. "I'm sorry I'm late guys. My little brother dropped his shoe in the toilet and guess who had to go and get it."

Me and Monica both pointed at him. He slowly nodded, his lower lip covering his upper lip to make a frown. A chuckle came from both me and Monica as we slowly turned away from him and headed back to my room. I grabbed my one suitcase, Monica grabbed her one, and we hauled them to her car. tossing them all in the trunk and slamming it shut.

"Um, Dillion?" He hmm'ed and looked over at me. "You parked right behind Monica. How are we suppose to leave if your car is in the freaking way?!" He jumped at my voice and quickly reached for his pocket, pulling out his keys as he went over to his car. Once, twice, four times. That's how many times he dropped his keys. I shook my head as Monica laughed next to me.