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"I think I'm going to cry."

"Please don't, you get really ugly once the tears start rolling in, plus, you're mascara looks so good today I think I might cry." Jo whined, pushing my last suitcase into the trunk as I stood next to her. I couldn't help but smile widely at her as she stepped back to shut the door.

"I'm going to slap you if you keep looking at me like that." She rolled her eyes, walking over to the driver's seat as I followed blankly to the other side.

"Jo, come on. I'm going to be styling for them. I'm going to be the personal stylist for The Waves. Do you know what that means?!" I shrieked, buckling in as she kept her hands on the wheel.

"You're living the dream?" She offered, starting the engine.

"I'm living every teenage girls dream! I'm going to be walking, talking and-"

"Hopefully not fucking." Jo chuckled, taking a sharp left causing me to turn in my seat.

"i'm not immature, but God, I'll be working with Aaron." I grinned, staring off at the road in glee at the mention of him.

"You'll be working for him, not with him Ellie. Get your head out of your ass! They're a teenage boy band, the most you'll get out of them is a one night stand and then what? You're going to come crying to me like you did with Mark and I'll have to decide with which one of my gold clubs I'll have to hit the next one with."

"I'm not taking this internship to sleep with them, gosh Jo, how low do you think I am?" I scoffed, keeping aside the fact that sleeping with Aaron was probably on my list since I was sixteen. Three years later, the love hadn't fainted.

"True, but you were definitely more excited than I was when my dad mentioned it." She commented, making me agree with a nod. There was no doubt that Jo's father thought that I was maybe the biggest yet subtle fangirl in the world. Being nineteen and in love with a boy band wasn't exactly the best way to go and it definitely wasn't the first thing to put down on a resume.

"Which reminds me, I have to thank your dad again. I don't think he understands how much this means to me. And plus, I have you by my side." I smiled, noticing the airport board through the glass.

"Ellie, if you call again I'm sure he's going to get a restraining order. It's no biggie, he treats you like family and the only reason he let me go was because otherwise I'd just be mopping around town that my best and only friend had hijacked to ride some band guys di-"

"Okay, that's the airport!" I yelled, trying to stop Jo's mouth.

"-ick." She said anyway once I had died down. Jo grinned slyly at her accomplishment and I rolled my eyes as we found a parking spot.

"I'm sorry Jo, but pinch me." I let out a sigh, shutting my eyes once she had turned off the engine and we were sitting in silence. Jo didn't respond, however, I did feel a sharp pain on my arm seconds later, making me jolt up in my buckled seat, making me ram my head to the top of the car in the process only to fall back down with a thud.

"I'm going to go get someone to get our bags." She laughed, removing her seatbelt and stepping out swiftly. I decided to do the same, sliding out my phone as I tried to find my mothers number through the contacts. 

"Guess who I found!" Jo's voice beamed, making me turn around to find an older woman clinging to her side.

"Stylist for The Waves?" The lady smiled, offering me a hand. As I mirrored her actions, I couldn't help but let a wide smile plaster on my face for the second time that day.

"That's me."