The Holiday.

Decision

Flynn POV

I hate thunderstorms, ugh.

Maybe this one will be short. I still need to pack.

"Hey Flynn can you wait for the wine? I only have Moscato chilled."

Forget the Reisling then, I'll take what you have.

"OK. HaHaHa ... Moscato it is."

Wonder what he's laughing at.

I open the top drawer.

Some of my clothes are right where I left them. Not much to choose from it's all pool, beach stuff, too skimpy, oh well nothing he's never seen before. I do wish I had a bra.

Maybe I'll just use a bikini top.

I peel off my wet clothes and look at myself in the full length mirror. The candle casts a warm glow ... I look pretty good. Hmph pretty good. I start to sway to the music in my head ...

I hear Devin singing ... What the hell is wrong with him? What the hell is wrong with me?

I find myself giggling, and I have cotton mouth.

Shit. Now I know what's wrong with us. I think our cookies came from the 'special' tin. How did he mix them up? I should've been satisfied with the doughnut, but Devin just had to offer me a chocolate chip cookie, he knows they are my favorite.

I can't be high ... not tonight.

The THC is kicking in.

I quickly get dressed and take the candle into the den. It wasn't necessary, Devin lit others all over the room. I haven't been in here in at least 8 months, I take a good look around the room. He's redecorated.

Devin has turned my spa aesthetic into a man cave. He even has his fraternity crap in here. Undergrad fraternity. That's odd, he never pulls that stuff out.

Looking at his Kappa 'Kane' does bring back some college memories. Hmph ...

Devin is still singing in the kitchen, I sit on the chair and listen. He's definitely under the influence.

Devin, D. you OK HaHaHa.

"Yes, hey remember this?"

He comes in, hands me a glass and an old Album.

The music comes on.

HaHaHa oh God Latimore !!! ... No Devin HaHaHa Noooooo ...

"HaHaHa my Dad, you remember... HaHaHa"

I remember Oooh it HaHaHa ... wait how are you playing this? The ... the lights are off.

"Batteries Babe. The soundbox."

But batteries don't control lights ... wait, huh.

"You high ... HaHaHa"

Um maybe ... HaHaHaHa How did the cookies get mixed up? Your ass did it on purpose. Ahhhh Daddy Meyers is still singing this in Heaven.

"Huh HaHaHaHa just sit yourself down girl and talk to me .... and tell me what's on your mind."

You did this HaHaHaHaHa on purpose ... I can't with this song! Devin please stop HaHaHaHa!