"Do you wanna tell me why I have one of your tops in my suitcase to wear tonight rather than my own?" Seth smirked, holding up my newly released red merchandise shirt.
"I don't know how that got in there," I giggled, curling up into a ball on the shirt.
"I don't have a top to wear now," he groaned, still placing it softly over the other chair.
"Yeah you do!" I pushed, watching his head snap up to look at me, raising an eyebrow through the grabs in the fallen strands of hair.
"I swear down I'm going to give you ten seconds to run before I hunt you down and make you find me one of my shirts for the evening." I squealed watching him closer, dodging out of the way of his arms.
"You'll never catch me!" I proclaimed, sprinting out of the room as fast as I could carry myself, panting for breath.
"Don't come back without a shirt!" Seth shouted down the corridor, stopping in the door frame whilst I continued to pelt down the corridor.
"You've got one!" I cheekily responded, turning the corner to find the girls as quickly as possible.
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