C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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I dragged my baby blue suitcase out of my closet, running over my toe in the process. I squeaked quietly and glared at the wheel on my suit case.
That fudging wheel hurt me. Frig you wheel. Dang flabbit now I feel like a meany pants. I-I'm sorry wheel. You wheel great.
I lifted it up and plopped it on my bed unzipping it seeing a sock, and some toothpaste inside. I smiled and took that left over stuff out, remembering the last time I used this was two years ago, on our family vacation to Maui.
"Hey bubba, do you have those mini toothpaste things?" Nick asked leaning against my door frame. I held up my finger telling him to hold on a second, and checked one of the drawers in the bathroom. Mini toothpaste tubes were in one of the drawers, so I grabbed a few and threw them in my suit case.
"I got them." I told Nick who wasn't listening due to talking with Ethan. I started grabbing my skirts and picking which ones I wanted to take. Then I realized- I don't even know how long we will be going for- or why.
He could be kidnapping me and taking me to some deserted island for all I know.. As long as I can watch spongebob and Disney movies there though- then sign me up. I'm a tad antisocial.. just a tad. Hehe.
"Ethan?" He the turned his attention to me as Nick left to his bedroom to pack. He walked over sitting on my bed leaning on his hands behind him. "H-how long are we going for? Why are we going?" I asked doubling up on my questions.
"A week- maybe two, I have some business to take care of with some allies." He said as if it was the most regular thing ever. I just nodded and continued to sort out my outfits.
Oh yeah I'm just a mafia boss, who also just so happens to have a private jet, and the coolest cars ever. Oh also I can kill someone with the snap of my fingers- but other then that I'm just your average guy.. so, wanna hang out?
I packed five plaid skirts, a few blouses, t-shirts, a giant sweatshirt, sweat pants, jeans, shorts, and a coat. Next up bras and underwear. I walked to my dresser grabbing out all my bralettes placing them on my bed trying to pick the ones I like the best.
I like to wear all of them at least once so they don't think I don't like them. Gotta be nice ya know.. just like sometimes I feel bad for only writing with my left hand, and never my right. Like sorry righty don't friggin come for me. Pretty please.
I was torn between a maroon one, and a dark blue one, I don't have room to pack all of them. I bit my lip taking into consideration every part of each of them. The red one is all lace, and the blue one is like fifty percent lace.
"Red. It's sexy." Ethan said playing on his phone. My eyes widened and I put my head down folding it up, and putting it next to my other bralettes. I scattered all my underwear and thongs next. I don't usually wear things, only with a dress, leggings or a really tight skirt.
