"Have you packed your suitcase yet?" From the other room I could hear Dean's muffled voice.
"What did you say?" His footsteps came closer, echoing on the wooden flooring.
"I said, have you packed your suitcase yet?" His voice was a lot louder the second time around as he walked into the room.
"I still didn't quite catch it." He rolled his eyes in disbelief at me, scratching the top of his head.
"Have you packed your suitcase yet?" He shouted. I chuckled, turning to look directly at him.
"You don't have to shout, I'm only sat here." I smirked across at him trying to make his smile reappear.
"You heard me the first time didn't you?" He asked walking towards me. I nodded, with a guilty grin, wrapping my arms around his neck. "So rude."
"It's funny though." I reached up and pecked his lips, then let him go, walking around the sofa. "To answer your question though, my case is packed."
"Good, because the taxi will be here in two hours." He took the case from me, wheeling it to the front door.
"Mexico here we come!" I shouted into Dean's ear, following behind him.
"You don't have to shout," he teased, mocking me whilst looking back at me.
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