The New Girl

Chapter 9

Nichole's POV

"I think he could be being serious," I say to Lindsay.

She shrugs.

"It just doesn's seem like Aaron. I mean you know how he is. He's not the type for an actual relationship. Not to mention he was drunk."

I laugh and shake my head.

"That's true. Well just see if he brings it up today. Do you have all your clothes and stuff ready?"

She nods her head and points to the bag on the other side of the room.

"And what time did they say the were coming?" she asks and I shrug.

"Taylor told me he would call me or something when they were leaving. They also said not to worry about food or blankets because they had it under control."

Her eyes go wide and I laugh.

"My thoughts exactly."

"They better bring lots of blankets. We're going camping, in New York. It's going to be freezing!"

I eagerly nod my head. We both plop down on the couch and start watching the TV.

"So you and Taylor," she says and wiggles her eyebrows.

I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Nothing happened. Your boy toy and his friends came walking in. Perfect timing."

She cracks up.

"Its not funny!" I say pouting, causing her to laugh harder.

"I don't know Nikki. Sounds pretty funny to me!"

I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to remember this conversation when you and Aaron are getting it on."

She stops laughing for a second to glare at me, only to continue laughing afterwards. After about an hour more of chitchat, my phone rings.

"Its Taylor."

Lindsay nods.

"Hello?" I say answering the phone.

"Hey baby girl. We'll be picking you girls up in about an hour or so."

"Okay! We'll be waiting!"

He chuckles.

"Okay. See you then."

I hang up the phone and relay the message to Lindsay.

"Okay let's make sure we have everything."

We walk over to our bags. On top of my bag there is a list of things we should have.

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at least 3 days worth of clothes

pajamas

hairbrush

toothbrush

bathing suits

tampons just in case

sneakers/flip-flops

bug spray

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I read off the list to her and she checks.

"Crap I didn't grab my toothbrush," she says and runs up the stairs.

"Now aren't you glad I made the list!?" I shout, reffering to earlier when she told me the list was a waist of time.

She comes back down and throws it in the bag. We finish going over the rest of our stuff and by the time we finish, we have 15 minutes to waste.