WRONG DIGITS ➯ ✓

sixty-one

EDITED: 13/11/2017

third person

A FEW MONTHS LATER — JULY

"hurry up vienna! we're going to end up missing the plane if you don't get your sorry arse down here this instance!"

"bree, i swear to every mother loving god that if you scream at me one more freaking time, i'm going to empty your suitcase. again!"

"you dare do that and i'll rearrange all the cutlery in the draws!"

"aye, go on — test me! don't forget i know where you keep that creepy box containing photos of dylan!"

"be quiet! jace is around! he can't know that i have a box containing photos of dylan!"

"honestly bree bear, dylan isn't even that good looking." vienna stated and she and her suitcase descended from the top of the stairs.

bree' eyes widened, "he is one fine ass specimen, shut your hole."

vienna shook her head, "i really can't believe you kept his number and he actually sent you photos of dylan and fuelled your obsession."

"he was being nice! he doesn't know why i wanted the photos of dylan but he sent them anyway!"

"oh my lord, bless us." vienna covered her face with her hand as she heard jay flush the downstairs toilet.

"ladies, ladies. i have arrived." jace held his hands up.

"jason darling, you arrived three hours ago, be quiet."

jace glared at vienna but then suddenly turned toward bree, "you have a box full of dylan?" he exclaimed.

bree screamed — literally. "vienna! i hate you! why did you have to shout that down the stairs!"

"you were threatening my cutlery drawer! what else could i do?"

bree moved in a very spastic way, "come up with some other threat and not mention dylan?"

"chill my loves, we've really got to get going." jay pointed out whilst looking at his watch.

BEEP!

"— and there's the taxi, grab everything and let's go!"

"holy shit, when did you become mature and hold the skills of a leader?" vienna muttered loud enough for the boy to hear.

jay glanced at her and narrowed his eyes, "i see and hear you."

she rolled her eyes, "that's the point."

bree clapped her hands, "chop chop kiddies, they're waiting for us."

the three of them grabbed their suitcases and bags and walked out towards the taxi. vienna made sure to run back to the house, turn the alarm on and lock the front door since no one was going to be in there for two weeks; hayley and her parents were currently visiting the grandparents.

"where to miss?" the driver asked bree.

"airport please." she smiled.

"vacation here we come!"

it's coming to an end :(( comment, share and vote my loves!
—jess. xo