Part Eight

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“Maddie wake the fuck up!” Someone screams jumping onto my bed.

“Go the fuck away!” I groan pulling the covers over my face.

“Mads you need to pack. Get up, get up, get up!”

“No.”

Whoever it is pulls my blankets off my body.

“Can you not.” I say throwing a pillow.

“Hostile. I like it.”

Fucking Mike.

I open my eyes and there sits Mike between my legs.

“Good Morning.” He says smiling.

I look at his topless body and stare at his tattoos.

God Mike will always be really hot.

I shove him off and crawl out of bed.

I get into my dresser and grab out an outfit for after I shower.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting my clothes for the day ready so I can shower real fast.”
“But Maddie you have to pack. Plus we all wanna go see Of Mice and Men tonight.”

“We’ll that’s tonight. I have time now. Can you start packing for me? You know what I like wearing.”

He nods and grabs my suitcase.

“I’ll be right back.”

I walk into the bathroom and shower quickly.

As soon as I get out I braid back my bangs and pull my hair into a bun.

I wrap my towel around my body and walk back into my room.

“Hey hot stuff.”

I smile and grab my clothes.

I realize I forgot the main two things I need under my clothing and sigh.

“Fuck, Mikey. I forgot panties and a bra. Can you throw a pair to me?”

“Only if you drop your towel now.”

“Pervert.”

“Only for you.”

I stare at him and he stares right back.

“God dammit you know how to break me.”
He reaches into my drawer and throws me his choice of underwear.

My pink lacey bra and black boy-short panties.

I drop my towel and Mike smirks.

“You’re hot.”
“I know.” I say pulling up my panties.

“I like your nipples, Nips.”

“I’ll kill you, Mike.”

“Do it.”

I clasp my bra together and put on the rest of my clothes.

I hear a zip and look at Mike.

“You already finished?”

“Yeah. It’s not very hard to pack for you. Also I packed a bag for tonight for you. Grab a blanket.”

“Well. Now I’m all packed for Warped. Thank you Mikey.”

“No problem, Kiddo.”

I sprawl across my bed then roll over onto my back.

Mike starts walking toward the door and I frown.

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