Vintages POV
Dylan was really taking a long time to get his clothes. I was getting kind of worried, so I called him.
-Dyl, are you okay in there?
-Just come on in if you want, I'm almost done.
-No, just hurry. You had me worried.
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Dylan's POV
I couldn't even find my suitcase. I had one, but it was too small. I wanted my brown duffel bag. I had to get my favorite pillow to fit. I'm nothing without my pillow. I lost my train of thought, so I back tracked my steps.
Oh yeah..I remember.
I looked into my closet, and my brown bag was on top of the rack.
I wasn't the most organized person, and Vintage was rushing me, so I just threw my stuff in the bag. She got irritated with me when I did that, cause she was usually a well organized person.
I threw my stuff in the bag, and I made sure I had everything I needed. I figured I was taking too long, so I hurried and carried my bag back out to the car.
"Pop the trunk please babe?"
She popped the trunk, and I just threw my bag in there. For a second, I thought I didn't have enough stuff packed, but I have clothes over at Vintages. If I didn't pack enough, we could just go shopping.
We had freaking school tomorrow. My weekend was hectic. I basically just ran away.
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He Found Her.
Genç KurguVintage. Female, high school student. She isn't very social in school; or even at home with her own mother at times. Depression visits her every now and then, considering the loss of her father and her move to a different place that she knows liter...
