"The Feeling's Mutual" // Nash Grier

Fart Nordelon and Messy Buns

"Who the hell is Fart Nordelon"

Drew's POV

I gave him one last glare before I closed the door, shutting away the night...

***

"For God's sake, Drew, how many things are you planning on taking with you?" Reece asked, examining her newly polished nails. They were teal, with her wedding ring finger painted a sparkly, grey glitter. It suited her personality well - Caring, sweet and quirky, yet fierce and sassy.

I sighed in tiredness, trying to stuff two more shorts into my suitcase.

It's been one week since the dinner party. We're leaving tomorrow, and me, being the dumb-bum that I am, decided to leave packing my things until last minute. But I sent my penny boards (yes, I have a large collection of them), guitars and others to the house already.

"A girl can never pack too many clothes" I replied, pushing down in my suitcase with as much force as I could.

It wouldn't close!

Stubborn bitch..

"Seriously? You had to pack nine pairs of Vans?! Damn! I knew you were rich, but holy shit, Drew. That's crazy!"

"Hey! You know how I feel about you calling me 'rich'" I said, using speech marks when I said 'rich', "And plus, Vans are beast. I need to have one to match my outfits"

"Well then why don't you just wear one of the... hmm, let me count... SIX pairs of converse you packed!" she replied wildly.

"Actually, nine. I'm wearing a pair now, you have one pair in your wardrobe, and I've got another pair somewhere in this room" I said as a matter-of-factly.

"Rich bitch" I heard her mutter under her breath.

I glared at her before trying to zip up the suitcase. It's like trying to fit into your smallest size dress after a big Thanksgiving dinner, or after Christmas. But, just like the dress, you will do whatever it takes to make it fit, even if it means unwanted bits hanging out the side.

I puffed out angrily, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Reece, I need you to sit on top of my suitcase"

"No! I'm not sitting on your suitcase" I heard her reply from the bathroom.

From the bathroom?

When did she leave to go to the bathroom. Wow, I was really concentrating on the bag, wasn't I?

"Hey guys" I heard a low voice coming from the door.

"Austin! Thank goodness you're here. You know how you're always bragging to me about your 'guns'? Well imma need you to test them out now, because my friggin' suticase isn't zipping up!"

He simply walked towards me, jingled the zip a bit, and closed the bag.

What is this sorcery?

Great, now that just makes me look dumb. I muttered a quick thank you.

"Anytime, sis. By the way, Cameron wants to take to you. He's in the garden"

With that, he walked out of the room like the little swag fag he is!

I gave my suitcase one last glance, before heading down to the garden.

***

I found Cameron laying on the grass, his hands running through his beautiful hair that was so soft, it felt like silk in your fingertips. It was golden brown, and he had what people would call 'a Justin Bieber hairdo'. I think he should cut it.