Sophie Wilson is a girl from a small town who doesn't take shit from anyone. Her and her ex-bestfriend Hayden Parker had a falling out so she befriended his sister. They fight and argue over every little thing. She spends most of her days and nights...
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It has now been two days since Maggie's party. It is currently 4:30 am and I am packing my suite case. It is the day of the new York trip, and I haven't gotten the paperwork changed. So, that means me and Sophie are going to be travel buddies. I honestly don't care that I have to be with her 24/7, but im sure she's going to have some choice words about it. Last year when everyone was signing up to go on the trip, Olivia nor Theo were interested in going.
They can't go now because they didn't get the applications in fast enough. Sophie is in livs room packing now. I heard the alarm go off awhile ago. She has been staying here over the past couple of days. I haven't told her about the whole ordeal with me not going to the counsler and getting the partners changed. I'm honestly a little scared to do so.
Winter in New York is harsh so I make sure to pack warm clothes. I drag my suite case down the stairs, creating a loud thumping noise each time it bounces off of a step. From the little town we live in called flintmen it takes just about 7 hours to get there by plane. I stand in the kitchen pulling out a poptart from the cabinet. The sound of someone struggling coming from the top of the steps catches my attention. I walk towards the stair case poking my head around the corner. I hear a loud thumping and see Sophie's suitcase flying down the stairs. Clashing into the front door at the bottom of the steps.
The chain lock rattles and the door knob shakes. "What the hell Sophie?" I question as I pick up her suite case and sit it next to mine. "Oops.....I thought I had a better grip on it" she says srugging her shoulders. The moon light shining through the window onto her face her brusied eye and busted lip still visible, along with her homer Simpson pajama pants. I didn't turn any lights on when I came downstairs and it is still dark outside. My parents know we are leaving today, so they are expecting the noise.
Her bare feet slap against the wooden floor as she makes her way towards me. Her hair in a messy bun with a tank top and thoes stupid pajama pants on. Bright yellow with homer Simpson making various funny faces on them. When we were friends that is all we would watch together. She reaches out and grabs her black hoodie that is hanging on the stair rail. She throws it on over top of her braless chest, which I had been staring at unconsciously thinking about the last time i had my tongue on her. I look away clearing my throat,rubbing the back of my neck nerverously.
I don't want her to think that I'm only physically attracted to her like she said the other night. I'm not going to lie I am physically attracted to her she's hot, but there is so much more I feel for her. I walk into the kitchen and grab the poptart I was going to eat before I was rudely interrupted. I hand it to her before I grab our suite cases and pull them towards the door.
"Hey, wait you need my keys!" She says turning towards the top of the stairs. She thinks I'm going to put her stuff in her car, but I have other plans. "No, I don't" I say pulling her suite case over the threshold of the front door. She turns around to look at me confused "If your going to put my stuff in my car you need my keys.....dumbass!" She says her raspy,sleepy voice filling my ears. I grab my keys off the key holder hanging on the wall shaking them in the air. "I don't need your keys because we are taking my car......dumbass!" I say using her words against her.
I pull the suite cases off the porch, I feel her looming behind me. "What do you mean we?" She asks. Anger evident in her voice. I know her bare feet against the cold concrete are freezing. I pop the trunk of my car throwing my suite case up in it. "I mean we have to go together." I say picking up her suite case and tossing it onto mine. "We are not going together! We are not going together....right?" She asks following me back into the house.
I sigh feeling frustrated. "Yes...Sophie we have to show up together. That is what we signed up for!" I say clenching my jaw. She can really bring out my anger issues sometimes. She shuts the door behind her as we head into the kitchen. She tosses the poptart onto the counter "you said you would get it switched Hayden!" She shouts at me. I turn towards her and see the furious look on her face. "Well I didn't, so your going to have to deal with it" I grumble back.
She crosses her arms over her chest and turns away from me. I grab my laptop and shove it into my carry-on bag, hearing her feet against the steps. I zip my bag up and walk towards the front door. Shouting up the stairs "hurry up, we have to leave soon!". Then I remember something I forgot. I throw my bag over my shoulder, sprinting up the steps and towards my bed room. I walk to my bedside table and shuffle through the junk that has accumulated over time.
Pulling out an inhaler I stuff it down into my bag. "I'm ready, come on jackass!" She shouts from the bottom of the stairs. A small smile pulls at the corner of my lips knowing that I get to spend more time with her and she has no control over it. Even if she is going to throw smart ass remarks at me the whole time
I see her pulling the front door open aggressively and walking out with her own carry-on bag over her shoulder. I grimace at the thought of her treating me like this for the four days we are going to be gone. I sit in the drivers seat and hand my bag to her because I don't have a back seat in my car. She shoves it in the floor board beside her's. "Turn the heat on I'm freezing" she says. I watch as her lips release a breath you can see in the cold air. I start the car and back out of the driveway.
About 25 minutes from the airport i remember our trip to Disneyland a couple years back. Sophie had a serious fear of flying and had to take ativan to calm her anxiety. I wonder if she still reacts the same. "Do you still have to take that anxiety medicine for flying?" I ask over the light thump of the music. She twists in her seat pulling her bag out of the floor onto her lap. "Yes.....thanks for the reminder. Let's just hope they keep me from shitting myself." She says pulling out a orange medicine bottle.
I have one hand on the wheel, while the other searches the cup holder in my door for a bottle of water I usually keep there. I toss it into her lap as she pops the pill into her mouth. Making a right turn towards the airport.
