The kid practically hated me.

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“C’mon, just go with me!” Austin begged as he was packing for teenhoot. ‘I don’t know I mean Dylan’s going, you know we don’t get along” I was right the kid practically hated me. ‘He probably likes you. Hey grab me that sw-.” The phone rang, he ran to grab it almost knocking his suitcase over. “Hello?”…. “Yeah, I asked her she said you guys don’t get along so she’s not sure.” He was talking to Dylan no doubt. “Yeah, I’ll let her now.” he grinned as he hung up. Ugh, what could Dylan possibly want from me? ‘your boy Dylan said he wants you to go.” He barely got that sentence out because of his laughter. ‘W-why?” I could feel my face turning a light shade of red. “I don’t know. Something about seeing you again.” He mumbled as I tossed him his Chicago bulls sweater. I was so confused, “why, that’s so weird. Anyways I gotta go pack for our flight Saturday.” I yelled happily “you’re going?! Leave so you can pack!” he replied almost attacking me from his hug. “Bye Austin. Bye Michelle.” I hollered as I ran downstairs and left.

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“Finally! I finished packing!” I yelled at nothing in particular just as my door swung open. “If you want to make it to the airport you have to hurry up.” Austin complained as he flopped on my bed. “Well, hi to you too.” I giggled as I grabbed my bags and walked out of my room with Austin on my tail. “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Romos” Austin waved to my parents as we made our way towards the front door. “Hey there kiddo, it’s Janine to you.” Momma said before she grabbed my best friend and I into a hug. ‘Well, mom’s in the car so we’ll see you when we get back.” He stated as we said goodbye and made our way to the airport.

~4 hours later~

‘Ugh, I have to use the restroom,” I complained, doing a little dance. “There’s somebody in there so I have to wait.” That guy has been in there for a good 10 minutes, Jesus. I looked up to see Austin banging on the door and telling the guy to get out. “Hold your horses bro.” of course Dylan would be on the same plane as us. WAIT. Dylan’s here?! But he lives in Ohio! “Jas, stop yelling.’ Michelle whispered to me while everybody just stared, “Oh sorry I meant to say that in my head.” I mumbled emabarssed by my mistake. ‘Hey there pretty lady.” Dylan winked as he sat next to me, trading seats with Michelle. ‘Hi, um why are you here?” I could feel myself turning redder by the second. ‘oh its nice to see you too.” He said, pouting. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I just didn’t expect you to be here.” I mumbled.