Mallory had always been close to Matt and Nick for as long as she could remember. What was so special about Chris? From what she could see, not much at all. One embarrassing mishap turns into one of the most complicated situationships she's ever bee...
Mallory's pov: I was off to a good start with sorting my shit and then I got a call from Alyssa, we hadn't talked in a bit and I NEEDED to fill her in on all the drama. Oh yea I also forgot to mention I made the last minute impulse to buy her a ticket to come with us. I have this master plan to set her up with Matt and make him like me again.. or at least tolerate me. We stayed up way to late cause I wanted a haul of absolutely everything she bought. Remember that spark of motivation I had a few hours ago? Absolutely gone. The next two days I spent all my time procrastinating packing. Meaning I laid in bed and watched Gilmore girls while getting fat and happy. Now it's the night before the trip and I'm STRUGGLING,
- 3 hours later-
I wipe the sweat bead off my forehead as I finally get my second big ass suitcase to zip. "Jesus Christ" I say outta breath. I managed to get 2 weeks worth of shit into 2 bags, literally a miracle. All that was left to pack was my carry on bag, (whatever I wanted to keep with me on my flight.) I put my charger, some lip balm, my passport ID and wallet, a sleeping mask, my AirPods, some hair ties, and some mini gummy worms (to calm down a jet lagged Nick a few hours into our 11 hour flight) all in the little backpack.
I look down at my phone to check the time -2 am-
Perfect... I have to be up in 2 hours.. our flight is at 6 meaning we have to leave the house at 4 (an hour ride there and an hour to get through security and all that bs) so do I honestly even have 2 hours? I need to LEAVE at 4, not wake up... I guess I could just stay up and sleep on the plane, either way I'll probably sleep on the plans so might as well make it more desirable.
I decided to clean up my room and shit so that I don't have to do it when I get back. Nothing better then coming home to a clean house. Yawns escape my lips as I try to waste time. See when I'm with Chris 6 hours feel like 30 minutes and now that it's just me and my thoughts the hour and a half left to go feels like a decade.
Speak of the devil! New snap from Chris.
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He doesn't immediately respond.. I'm Bored again. I guess I could take a bath..
I run some warm bath water and get in, the waters so warm swear I can feel myself falling asleep. But yk I'm too hyped for this trip so we'll save drowning for another day. I sat and tried to read my book but all I can think about is the two weeks ahead of me.
