surprises

➢ surprise twenty-eight

authors note:
um, so hi :) if anyone was wondering, i haven't got an exact idea on when surprises is gonna be finished, but i know it won't be longer than forty-five chapters, so yeah. OH YEAH i also wanted you guys to let me know what you think of the story, you know, crap like that and what you think is gonna happen. only if you want, but it's very motivational, btw. just saying.

ps: who else hates the new profile? CUZ I DO

pps: sorry about the slow and speriodic updates and i'll try to write a bit more but i only have three and sometimes four days in the week to write and i do have other things i like to do other than write so just bear with me (if you want) and i'll try and knock off some more chapters :)

im gonna go so byeee x

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     Lugging one of Ally's suitcases up the stairs, I let out a small groan. "You said you were only bringing one suitcase."

     "I may have realised that I needed more than what I thought." She called from behind me, carrying another suitcase in her own hands. About ten minutes ago, Ally showed up at the door, two suitcases resting behind her. Can I say, we only just got up the first flight of stairs. Go figure.

     "What the hell did you put in here, anyway?" I huffed, putting the suitcase down on the steps and walking around it, trying a new method, in which you simply drag the suitcase up the stairs. "It feels like twenty kilos of bricks."

     She shrugged. "Dresses, shoes, makeup. That sort of thing." I stared at her. How can three things weigh so much? When I asked her that, she simply smiled sheepishly at me. "I never said exactly how much of them I put in there." I blinked at her, before smilng awkwardly and going back to heaving her suitcase up the stairs.

     By the time we managed to get them into my room, I felt like I'd just competed in a fucking triathalon. And I don't do triathalons. I do the twenty metre walk from the living room to the kitchen. Agreeing to come back up later, we left my room and jogged down the couple flights of stairs, hoping to find some party food in the kitchen.

     As we walked past the living room, I saw Rider standing next to an old man, looking quite constipated. Ally stopped walking and came back to where I was standing. Grinning at me, she nodded her head to the old man, who was waving one of his arms in the air, the other gripping a walking stick. "That's Gramps."

     "I bet Rider's having fun then." I laughed, as we continued to walk down the hallway, around several people who said hello to Ally and gave me a weird smile. I don't blame them, I'm not exactly part of the family.

     We reached the kitchen bench, where Carter was cramming his plate with every type of food laid out, causing the flimsy paper plate to bend weakly. I was quite relieved to know that there weren't many people here. There were quite a few, but nothing that I couldn't handle. I could see a small group of children playing in the backyard, while adults chatted amongst themselves.

     I grabbed a plate and loaded a varietly of unhealthy snacks onto it. There was like, one salad bowl, so I wasn't going to go and fill my plate up with that. I felt someone standing next to me, so I turned around, looking up to see Mason's smirking face looking down at me. "You got enough food?" He asked, nodding at my plate.

     I rolled my eyes, elbowing him in the arm. "It's not like you're gonna get any less." He shrugged and looked back at the table. I left him and went to the back door, where Ally was standing with a plate full of fairy bread. "Did you get anything else?" She frowned and hit me with a flimsy slice of bread as we started walking outside, dodging a frisbee flying through the air and finding a spot on the grass in the sun, trying to soak up the heat - or what little there actually was.