Pack Your Bags

It's day four on this amazing vacation, and I'm having a lot of fun. I got to hang out with everyone at the beach, including Luke, yesterday. Now that I think about it, it was fun for a while until Brian started being a d*** to Luke for no reason. Like when me and Luke would start talking, he would butt in for no reason.

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"So, Luke, where are you from?" I ask, water barely touching my toes.

"I'm from San Diego. You?"

"Long Beach."

"Is the Aquarium of the Pacific fun?"

"I like it, you get to touch sharks and stuff." His eyes widen and I burst out laughing.

"You touch f****** sharks?!"

"Dude, not the giant man-eating ones, just little sharks, like a foot long and not super dangerous."

"You know what else is a foot long?" I stop laughing and just smirk.

"I'm not even going to ask." He laughs.

"My d—"

"Hey, Tara," Brian says, sitting his elbow on my shoulder. I scoot him off of me and glare at him.

"Hi."

"So, what are you guys talking about over here?"

"Nothing," we say in unison. There ended up being complete silence until Brian decides to go in the water by himself.

"What's up with him always interrupting?"

"I don't know, he just can't stand to be away from me for five seconds."

"Are you sure you're not dating?"

"I'm very sure."

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And that's basically how it was the whole day. Brian's hot and stuff, but he can be annoying. F***boys are always annoying.

Speaking of annoying fuckboys.

Meet me at our place, sweetheart. I need you.

'Our place' as in some supply closet on the 4th floor we go to for our hookups. I walk back to the hotel from my seat under a shady palm tree.

Ok, be there asap.

I take the elevator and as soon as I get to the door I walk inside.

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Buzz-

"F***, is that you?" He asks. I check my phone and nod my head.

"Hello?"

"Honey, where are you?"

"I'm just walking around. Why?"

"Come back to the room, and if you see Brian, tell him to come with you."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye."

"Was that Luke?" I roll my eyes.

"No, you jealous dumbass, it was my mom."

"I'm not jealous, I just don't trust him."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Well what did she say?"

"She says to come to the room. And pull your pants up." He pulls his pants up and I adjust my skirt, walking out of the supply closet. He follows and we take the elevator, making out as we get on our floor.

We make our way to the room and I open the door, walking in.

"Mom, you here?"

"Yeah, I'm in the bedroom. Is Brian with you?"

"Yeah." We go to the room where my mom is and she's packing her bags. Brian's mom comes out from the other bedroom and greets us, also about to discuss what's going on.

"Ok, so, your father, I mean, fathers are finished with their business that had to be done, so we're spending the rest of our trip in a 3 bedroom villa not too far from here," my mom says.

"Brian, Uncle Henry got into an accident yesterday, so your father and I need to go home to check on him. However, we don't want your trip to end so soon, so you'll stay with them," Brian's mom says.

"So pack your bags, because we're leaving in a few hours." What are the odds? One less set of parents to worry about. Brian and his mom go to their bedroom to pack and I start packing.