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PACKINGis something Elise doesn't really enjoy. She can just never remember everything. One time on a trip to California with her father, she forgot her perfume. She never wore it, only for special occasions since the smell made her head hurt. The point is, she needed help.
"Hello, this is Brad Davis." The other line of her phone was heard.
"Haha very funny. Now, help me pack. Please." Elise groaned as she flopped onto her bed, almost dropping her suitcase in the process.
"Sure. What's your address?" He teased.
"Shut up. See you soon." Elise hung up.
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"KNOCK, knock." Brad's voice was just outside of the teenage girls room.
Her room wasn't too girly, but it wasn't pure black either. It was neutral, I guess you could say. Like browns, and greens. Some bright colors here and there. In all honesty, she was in love with the messy feel of it.
"Come in." Elise made her voice high pitched to which Brad laughed at. He opened the door and soon walked into the room that's been changed drastically several times throughout the years. Room makeovers...I guess?
"Okay, I brought my list of things to pack. Should be the same for you. Except for the girl things, of course. Pants?"
"Check."
"Shirts?"
"Check." Brad kept reading things off of his checklist and eventually, they had everything for Elise ready. It just wasn't in her suitcase yet. Everything was sprawled out onto the girls twin sized bed.
"Now how do we fit all this, into there?"
"Leave it up to the expert. I played Tetris while everyone else around me was sad." This comment made Elise laugh. She stepped back and left all the packing up to the 'expert'.
