Alexa
Don't ask why but, we decided we wanted to go to New York.
I said don't ask why, Aaron just came up with it.
We're all going except PJ and Nai.
They had other things to deal with.
I was packing my bag when Vinnie came in my room.
"Ok." He says bending down in front of me. "Should I take these pants or these pants?"
I tilt my head to the side. "I feel like I'm supposed to be asking you these questions." I smile.
He rolls his eyes and waits for me to answer.
"Mmm, those." I say pointing to the plaid pants in his left hand.
"Thank you." He gives me a quick kiss Kk the nose before running out.
The last thing I pack is my shoes. Like five pairs. I just love shoes.
I zip up my suitcase and stand it up.
I grab my empty noon bag and throw in a blanket and stuff like that.
There was a knock on my door and I look up to see Troy.
"Ready?" He ask.
"Hell yeah." I say.
I throw my bag over my shoulders and grab my suitcase.
I grab my charger and all that shit.
Troy and I make our way downstairs and wait for the others.
"Guys, the second we touch down in New York, I'm tracking down Timothée Chalamet." Dev jumps from the last step.
"Yes!" I cheer high fiving her.
"Holy fuck, you guys have way too much fucking energy for it to be five in the fucking morning!" Jordan yells at the two of us.
I look at him with shock trying not to laugh.
"You are such a brat." Dev pats his back and walks towards the front door.
I walk past Jordan and give him the "she's not wrong look".
"Ok, y'all taking to long let's go." Chris speaks up and opens the front door.
We all walk out of the house with a bags and wait for the Uber we scheduled to pick us up.
"Oh, just so you know, I call isle seat." Aaron points at Vinnie and I.
"Whatever you say, Aaron." Vinnie tells him.
A few minutes a black suburban pulls into our driveway way.
"Let's boogie!" Chris chants as he's the first to put him bags in the trunk.
The rest of us follow after him and pile into the car.
We introduce ourselves to the driver and make our way to the airport.
About an hour of driving we finally arrive.
"Thank you!" I thank the driver and we grab our bags.
"When does our plane leave?" Chris ask Dev.
She looks down at a piece of paper in her hands.
"10:30." She says.
"Bruh, that's three ours." Vinnie sighs.
"Suck it up, buttercup." I tap his stomach.
When get inside the airport and go to the place where you weigh your bags to be put on your flight.
