Stranded Together

Chapter 4

🔵Gabe's POV🔵

After I'd dropped Travis and Zack off at their houses, I made my way back to mine.

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet and uneventful. After I told the guys why I hated Blake, they didn't say anything and remained quiet for the rest of ride. Which was really weird for them.

I pull into my driveway and parked my car behind mum and dads cars. I step out, lock my car and make my way to the front door.

Without greeting anyone or letting them know I was home, I make my way up the stairs and towards my bedroom. I chuck my car keys and phone on my bed before kicking off my all black converse and socks. Felling kinda hot, I then proceed to take off my dark grey tee and black jeans, leaving me in just my boxers.

Spring only began a few days ago and it's already hot as fuck. The weather dudes on the news have already predicted that this upcoming summer is going to be a scorcher.

We're leaving tomorrow and I've haven't started packing.

I pull out a large suit case from under my double bed and throw it on top of the messy black sheets of my unmade bed.

I sigh and run my fingers though my blonde quiff. I had a bit of hair product in it so it could stand up, but not so much that is was disgusting to touch.

I have heaps to do. Why do I have to be so lazy and always put off packing till the day before we leave? I found out about this trip weeks ago.

Dad got a promotion at work a few months ago, and ever since the family has had a little extra cash to burn. It's been awesome considering we weren't extremely well off before.

Mum and Dad even bought me my car as an early 18th birthday present.

They also bought Alyssa a fancy new laptop. She'd been begging for one for years.

But apparently Dad still had cash overflowing from his wallet because he and Mum booked a two week long Caribbean cruise for us all.

I shuffle over to my wardrobe and pick out a few muscle shirts and board shorts and throw them in my suit case, not bothering to fold them.

As I look though my wardrobe for more clothes I hear someone walk into my room. Knowing that Mum and Dad always knock before entering my room, I know it's Alyssa.

"Get out of my room." I say without looking up, still searching though my clothes.

"What? You don't wanna talk with you amazing little sister?"

"No not really." I answer finally facing her. She just ignores me and walks over to my bed before sitting down next to my suit case.

"How was school?" She asks as she pulls her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Boring. You?"

"Boring."

"You stay to dance?"

"Nah, I caught the bus with Darcy. Would it kill you to put some clothes on?" She asks, changing the subject.