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Aleksanders pov:

Everyone is packing. Wilder, Tapper, Hollie, everyone. Except me and Wyatt. For a full week, the apartment will be ours. It will be so quite, which is exactly what I need.

For some odd reason, Hollie invited me over. I don't know why, but she seems to want the company, which I'm more than willing to give.

"My mom used to always say never go to the West Coast. I still don't understand why. I love it there. When we went last time to watch August play, it was like paradise on Earth. And I actually got tan." Hollie laughs, folding a shirt, and tucking it into her suitcase.

"I've spent a fair amount of time there. It's usually pretty nice there. When you get to the inner city of LA though, you want to watch your back." I claim. Been there, done that.

"Note to self, don't go to inner city LA." Hollie smiles.

"Hollie," I say. "When you get back, can I take you on another date?" I question.

She pauses what she's doing, and turns around to look at me. A small smile makes it way to into her lips.

"Depends, what are we doing?"

"I was thinking just keep it simple, and you come over, and we watch a movie?" I suggest.

"That sounds like a good idea to me. Let's do Sunday the ninth. I'll be at the apartment by 7." Hollie smirks, and goes back to packing.

I nod my head, before leaning back in the chair i'm sitting in.

I have something to look forward to now.

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