Unexpected (Avi Kaplan)

Here's To Never Growing Up

Ivy's POV

As I opened my eyes, I looked around for a brief moment, unaware of exactly where  was. Bolting up into a sitting position, I took in my surroundings on a more detailed level just as the events of the previous day hit me. My confession, the shopping trip, the small argument followed by a reluctant agreement. I was in the spare bedroom of Scott and Mitch's apartment.

They insisted I stayed there last night, but they never specified why. If it had anything to do with the look Mitch and Kirstie shared, my guess was because of Avi. He didn't take too kindly to me staying somewhere other than my own apartment where he could keep an eye on me. I understood his concern, I really did, but he could've had more trust in Mitch and Scott. They were his friends after all.

I carefully sat up, pushing my tangled mess of hair out of my face before finally getting up, taking a moment to stretch out my muscles. It was half past nine which meant I only had half an hour to get ready. Rather than leaving the room I was in, I took the shopping bag off the doorknob and pulled out the contents, laying them out on the bed and smiling a bit to myself.

I took a moment to fully take in the bikini I had gotten, still wondering just how Kirstie could tell whether or not the metallic color would go with my skin tone. Regardless, I quickly changed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a tank top I had gotten as well over it. I yanked my fingers through my hair and pulled it up in a messy bun, deciding not to worry about the little bit of makeup that was left from yesterday. I slipped on a pair of sandals and grabbed my phone, taking a moment to check it.

13 missed texts. 6 missed calls. All from the same person. Shit. I quickly dialed Avi's number, my hands shaking as I held the phone up to my ear. It had barely started to ring before I heard someone pick up and sigh in relief.

"Before you start yelling at me, it wasn't my fault. Mitch confiscated my phone yesterday and I didn't get it back until I was too tired to do anything," I said, making sure I had everything before walking out. 

"I'm just glad you're okay. you had me worried sick," he said through the phone. I could hear the relief in his voice and couldn't help but wonder just how worried he had been.

"Like I said, not my fault." I walked into the living room to see Scott packing away a couple beach towels, one with Frozen on it and the other with Spongebob. I simply shook my head and chuckled a bit as I walked towards the kitchen. I stopped when I saw Mitch, dawning orange swim shorts with sharks on them and a plain black tshirt, placing several bottles of various alcohols in a cooler filled with ice. Dear Lord.

"Do you need me to grab anything before you guys get here?" I jumped at the sound of a voice, realizing I had forgotten Avi was still on the phone.

"Yeah my beach towel. The white one. It's got a black treble clef on it and it's monogrammed in purple," I said, catching Mitch's attention. I held up my wrist and tapped it quickly, silently asking how much longer. He held up five fingers and I nodded, returning to the living room. "We should be leaving here in about five minutes, so be ready in like 10."

"Okay, see you soon princess." Rather than saying anything else, I hung up, a wide smile on my face. As I watched Scott packing up what the two of them needed, I kept silent. He dawned a white wifebeater and bright-as-hell green swim shorts. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see an out of breath Mitch standing behind me, struggling with the cooler.

I instantly took the other side and lifted it, helping him carry it outside and load it up into the SUV. "It wouldn't be that heavy if you didn't put so many bottles in there. There's not even ten people going."

"Yes, but nine is close to ten," he said and pointed a finger to the backseat door. "Now get in."

I held my hands up in defense and climbed in the backseat, putting on my seatbelt as Mitch climbed in the passenger seat. Scott came out soon after and loaded up the duffel bag before climbing into the driver's seat. Instead of saying anything, he put plugged up his phone, and Beyonce instantly began blaring through the speakers as we pulled out and headed toward my apartment. It only took a few minutes for all three of us to start belting out each song that came on until we reached my apartment.