"I was literally home for a month!" I lay down on my living room floor "who am I yelling at?" I look around my apartment, no one. Absolutely no one.
I stand up and glance at my luggage then to my fridge. Back to my luggage, checking the time on my phone. "6 hours" then back to the fridge "what's new" I shrug my shoulders ignoring my luggage and going to the fridge to eat. Completely disregarding I have a flight in 6 hours. At least I was confident that I had a flight in 6 hours. I was so sure.
"Tristan" I mumble getting my phone out of my pocket "why is he calling?" I put my phone down on the table and answer it, putting the speaker on. "Hello!" I yell into the phone.
"Y/n! Didn't you say you'll meet them at Corbyn and Jonah's house!" Tristan scolds.
"Chill, chill, I did" I take a bite of spaghetti.
"Then why aren't you there!"
"Because I still have 6 hours until the flight?" I say in a duh tone.
"God! Y/n you're always late!" Tristan yells and I take the hint and quickly take another bite of spaghetti "the flight is at 1 right!?"
"Yeah" I muffle out speaking with food in my mouth.
"And you're supposed to be at their house at 11!" Tristan scolds yet again
"Cool, and I still have like 5 hours"
"No y/n! you have 2 hours until your flight!" Tristan says "you're going straight to the airport, and packing right now! Because I now you haven't done that"
"Pfft! Yes I have" I quickly close the lid to the spaghetti and toss it in the fridge. I take my phone and luggage from the living room and quickly tossing in shorts, leggings, shirts, just anything I know I'll actually need.
"What are you doing right now?" He asks
"Uhhhhhh, trying to um getting ready to leave actually I'm almost out the door" I say with confidence and Tristan laughs.
"Just, finish packing and meet them at the airport" Tristan says and hangs up the phone
"Finish packing" I mock "meet them at the airport" I mock again and charge my phone. Taking everything I just tossed in and folding it so I can actually fit enough for a week.
An hour later, I finished packing for Hawaii. Might not be the traditional outfits you'll bring to Hawaii but it's clothes. I'm currently waiting for my Uber on the curb. "Man I should've ordered it when I was packing" I speak to myself and re-do the bun on my head.
"There it is!" I say and stand up, grabbing my suitcase and going in the back of the Uber for them to take me to the airport.
"You have less than an hour" I read a message "are you at the airport yet?" another message "security takes longer than you think" and yet another message. And I'm leaving them all on read.
"I'll get there on time" I mumble to myself "hey! How long until we get there?" I ask
"About 20 minutes, but it's LA traffic so it could be longer" she answers
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Dance To Art // D.S.
FanfictionDance To Art. Dance To Music. Art is a variety of things. Covering here; dance and music. "Don't tell me you gave her a redbull" "Fine I won't tell you but now she's willing to dance!" "So you're telling me I called for no reason and I figured out h...
