Chapter 20 – Pranked Presents and Personal Problems (not proofread).
We were all sitting cross legged, staring at our pile of dwindling money with disbelief.
“That’s just…” Alfie trailed off, lying back on the floor with a huff.
“Crap?” Lee offered.
“Ridiculous?” Hunter added.
“A totally unpredictable event that has all of our minds reeling?” I said casually. Hunter raised an eyebrow and I was greeted with silence. I shrugged, leaving an air of tension around us once again.
My dad’s credit card was nearly out, my budget becoming closer and closer to the end. Overnight, we’d managed to travel to Rome, all of us taking shifts behind the wheel. The hotel that we were staying in was booked for four days, leaving us with nothing but 60 Euros to our names. As Ron Wealsey would say ‘bloody brilliant’.
“There are seven of us, three of you know how to pick pocket and the rest of us know how to dance,” I replied. Nobody looked overly enthusiastic but it wasn’t as if we had a choice. There was so much to do in Rome that we couldn’t possibly live on just 60 Euros. Let alone petrol money and food costs.
“I can’t do either,” Alfie grumbled. Lee sighed, blowing out through his lips, making his nose look even bigger.
“Let’s stop moping and get to it, shall we?” Kenzi asked, bouncing to her feet with a grin. I followed suit, trying to look happy about it. Hunter shook his head.
“I nearly got called out last time.” Lee and Seb let out a chuckle.
“Losing your touch?” Seb teased, holding the door open for us. I decided to leave the boys to their arguing, grabbing Dylan’s hand.
In the end, after all the disagreements and taunting, we went out in pairs. Well, apart from the thieves. Dylan and I went our separate ways, leaving Kenzi to try to teach Alfie some basic dance moves.
Dylan and I found a shop that was playing music, but it wasn’t loud or very exciting, so we resorted to grabbing the car and attaching Dylan’s iPod to the speakers.
“What routine are we doing?” he asked, pulling himself out of the car. I shrugged, looking around us. We didn’t have much to work with, but then, we didn’t really have much at any clubs, either, apart from somewhere reasonably soft to land.
“Let’s just work with each other, okay? We’ll mix the bash routine with the flash one and improvise in between. Got it?” he said it so quickly that I didn’t catch a word of it when he reached over to press play and then grabbed my hand.
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