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{8} Mine [Series 1]

EIGHT:

© All Rights Reserved - 2012 S. M. Palmer

♥︎♡♥︎ KEIRA ♡♥︎♡

{Thursday, February 26, 2009}

"ARE YOU GOING TO COME on this trip with Natasha, Stefani, Stefani's boyfriend, Ryan Grover, her brother, Johnny Brookshire, his girlfriend, Nikki Lee, and I?" I ask Colby as I pack my duffle bag.

"Do you really have to go for four whole days? It's our last week of break and I want to spend just you and me time with you," he whines.

"I'm sorry, baby," I reply. "But I really want to go. Besides, Alexia said she's paying for all of us; she'll even pay for you."

"I guess I'll go," he answer, sighing.

"Oh, yay! Now go pack your bags, slow poke."

"Can I have a kiss first from my amazingly amazing girlfriend?" he asks, giving me the puppy dog face.

"Come here."

Coming over to me, I stand up on my tippy toes and press my lips against his. My arms automatically wrap around his neck and he licks my bottom lip just begging for entrance. I pull away from him. "Uh-uh-uh," I tease. "Go pack. The limousine will be here to pick us up in three hours."

"Ugh. Fine," he replies, turning around and heading towards the door. "But you're giving that sexy ass to me tonight."

"Go pack!" I giggle, throwing a sock at him. Unfortunately, he ducks down and it misses him.

"Nice try, Miss Blair," he chuckles, before disappearing downstairs. I roll my eyes and then finish packing.

You see, Natasha's mom, Alexia Anderson, is taking Natasha, Stefani, Ryan, Johnny, Nikki, Colby, and I on road trip to Santa Monica, California. We're going to be spending Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and possibly Friday there. And then we're leaving Saturday and we'll return home either Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday. I'm so freaking excited.

I pack the last of my items into my toiletry bag and then bring my bags downstairs. I stand back up and am about to turn around, when someone locks my arms. "Hey, sexy," he whispers into my ear.

"What's up, slow poke," I reply. "Are you packed?"

"Maybe," he answers, smirking. "I want you to come upstairs with me. I very scared."

"Fine."

He takes my hand and tugs me upstairs with him. I sit on my bed while he gets a duffle bag out and starts packing. "So, how many hours is it going to take us?" he asks me as he packs.

"One day, eight hours, and thirty-nine minutes."

"Are we going to stay in a hotel tonight?"

"Nah, we're just going to drive all night," I reply sarcastically. "Of course we're stay in a hotel."

"Sounds cool," he answers, throwing another pair of boxers into his duffle bag and then zipping it up. I watch as he goes into the bathroom and packs a toiletry bag for himself.