10. The lake house

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A few days later

It's been a while and the sickness has gone. So apparently I got food poisoning. How fun! It sucks that it made me miss out on the last day of the trip. It also sucks that it lasted more than one day. I'm never eating oysters again. Right now I'm getting ready for the lake house trip.

I packed my stuff a couple days ago to make sure I don't leave anything. We're taking Calebs Range Rover and at the moment I'm just waiting for him to pick me up. Calebs picking Kiara up first because they live close to each other, then me and Cole last. Feeling a bit cold I throw my on my hoodie over my tank top. I pull up my ripped jeans and tighten the laces on my Jordan's. I grab my suitcase, phone and the charger and go downstairs to wait. I hear the gates open.

I grab my stuff and shout goodbye to my parents who are busy talking on their phones while either typing on the computer or filling out some form. They shout a quick goodbye and continue doing what they were doing. I walk outside just as Caleb pulls up. He hops out the car and opens up the back. "Hey Caleb." I say throwing my stuff into the back.

"Sup Cee." He says helping me lift my suitcase into the car. Once my stuff is in I jump in the back seat behind the drivers seat. "Hey Kiara." I say pulling her into a hug. "Heyyy." She says enthusiastically hugging me back. I pull back and we start talking about things we should do at the lake, while Caleb drives to Cole's house.

Once we get to Cole's house, he puts his stuff in the back before getting in the car. "Hey baby." He says leaning over to give me a kiss. "Hi babe." I say smiling at him. "Yo. Is there a store near the lake house?" Asks Caleb. "Yeah, about ten minutes away." I reply. "Okay so we'll buy food from there." Says Caleb. We stop at the gas station and Caleb fills the tank. Then we go and buy some snacks for the road.

Once we leave from there I see a McDonald's up ahead. Suddenly I'm craving their sundaes. Ooo and their fries. Pickles sounds good right now too. "Caleb stop at McDonalds." I say pointing to it. "We literally just bought food." He responds. "But I feel like McDonald's." I whine. "Fine." He says changing directions.

I smile in satisfaction and sit back into the seat. We arrive at McDonald's. "What do you want?" He asks me. "Large fries, a sundae with pickles." I say. "Pickles with ice cream ?" He questions. "I feel like pickles with it, don't judge me." I say acting hurt. "Okay." He says sighing. "Does anyone else want anything?" He asks. Everyone else orders a few things.

Once we get our food I eat the pickles with the vanilla soft serve ice cream. It taste like heaven. My taste buds melt and I feel like crying of satisfaction. Everyone looks at me in disgust. "That's nasty." Says Caleb in disgust. "Don't think your kissing me after eating that." Says Cole. "Ha, don't think I wanted to kiss you." I reply. "Burnn." Hollers Caleb. "Can I have some of those pickles?" Asks Kiara.

"Yeah sure." I say passing her my sundae. She grabs a couple and hands me it back. She dips it into her frappe and eats it. "Ooo that taste good." She says licking her lips. "You two are fucking weird." Says Cole disgusted. "I have to agree with you." Says Caleb equally as disgusted. "Must be pregnancy cravings." Jokes Kiara. "Yeah better not drink." I say laughing.

"Aw guess that means we can't have any crack." Laughs Kiara. "That's just sad." I say acting hurt. Kiara and I laugh so hard. "Are you high?" Asks Cole grabbing my face and looking into my eyes. "Are you high too?" Asks Caleb trying to look at Kiara's eyes. "No we're not high just in a happy mood." I say rolling my eyes.

"Better be." Says Cole. "Why's that?" I ask. "Because I'd be mad that you didn't share." He says rolling his eyes. "Stop rolling your eyes. That's my thing." I whine before eating another pickle. An hour drive later we arrive at the store next to the lake. While Cole and Caleb shop for food, Kiara and I go to buy some shampoo and conditioner because we left ours.

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