Chapter 5

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Oaklynn's POV

Have you ever had those days where you are painting your nails and someone scares you? No?

Well,

I have and that day is today.

Nail polish is all over me.

"Astrid" I screamed and chased her down the stairs.

I heard her laughing.

"Look what you did. Now I'm gonna have trouble getting it off" I whined.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you would throw the polish in the air and it squirt all over you" she said laughing a little bit.

Haha squirt hahahaha

Ohh grow up would ya.

"Never say squirt in a sentence like that" I said laughing, she joined me.

Today we are leaving to go to the cabin with Theo and Isaac and Isaacs cousin.

I don't know her name yet.

We are staying for two weeks. We are coming back the Friday before school resumes.

"Oh yeah okay it did sound weird saying it" she said.

Moment of silence

"Squirt" she added laughing again I joined her.

There was a knock on the door. I went and opened it and seen the guys.

At this point I had tears coming out of my eyes from laughing so hard.

I started laughing again as they walked in.

"Hey" I said calming down a little bit.

"Hey" Theo smiled and tried hugging me but I put a hand in between us.

"I don't want to get nail polish on you" I said once he frowned.

He nodded and looked at my shirt laughing to himself.

I glared at him.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked smiling.

"Because.... Astrid said.... SQUIRT" I said in between laughs.
He joined me in laughing.

"Squirt" I said laughing harder.

We sobered up a few minutes later.

"You laugh is so beautiful" he said smiling.

"Thanks?" I said in a question.

I haven't heard that one before.

Only; Your ass is nice or your boobs are nice.

He went to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go take a shower" I said walking up the stairs.

I walked towards my closet and picked out black ripped jeans with a white crop top and a jean jacket. With some converse.

 With some converse

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