Framing Our Forever

Chapter 40 - Home is Where the Australian Accents Are

You have no idea how excited I am to go back to California, to see all of my friends and family. To just be able to hug the people I love. But, it's going to suck having to leave Australia. It's pretty much literally the same exact place as Huntington Beach, but Huntington Beach doesn't have Australian accents.

You how they say "home is where the heart is?" No, it's "home is where the Australian accents are."

Tonight was the banquet that basically says, congratulations you just went through a month of hell, here's a dance to make it up to you! It's not going to be much of a good night. Brody and I have to leave the hotel at three to catch the six o'clock flight. I say after the dance ends at midnight, we should just go see a movie or something.

My dress was a black halter mini dress that had a sheer skirt. It made my legs look longer and I looked fucking hot in this dress. I wore black stilettos and my hair was in a messy, yet beautiful, up-do compliments of Brody. I had smudged eyeliner and red lips. I traded my hair to make Brody's skin look #flawless.

Brody was my date for the evening, and we be looking fine!

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"Let me take a selfie doo doo du doh!" Brody and I screamed with the music. This was better than homecoming. I could look stupid because let's face it, I'll probably never see these people again. Sure we're friends on Facebook and we follow each other on Instagram and Twitter, but am I really going to plan lunch dates with people who live in fucking Italy? Uh, no.

"I'm going to miss you so much!" Camille yelled over the music.

"Me too! I hope everything goes okay with college," I replied.

"Lauren, come on you cannot expect me to dance to this song by myself," Brody said as he did some weird dance with his arms.

Oh yeah, because every girl's dream is to dance like a weirdo with a gay guy to the song Partition by Beyoncé. I feel like Beyoncé is like the gay queen, I don't know why she just seems like it.

"See me up in the club with fifty them girls," Brody sang along.

"And every girl in here gotta look me up and down," I joined in and started to laugh.

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"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

Brody and I slow danced together to the most romantic song to be played yet.

"Gatsby is so hot!" Brody exclaimed and I laughed.

"Oh, I think Daisy is pretty hot," I replied.