✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
"Listen, please just make my job easy for the both of us okay?" I said sternly to Jimmy as he took off his sweaty tank top.
"You're the one who came into the locker room and tried to punch me, I think you're the one who can't get along."...
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Today's the day we've all been working towards, Superbowl LIV. Kickoff was at 6:20 tonight, but Jimmy left bright and early to be at Hard Rock stadium.
I was still in bed sound asleep when I heard loud and persistant banging at my hotel room door.
"Camila, open up!" I heard Claire yell from the other side of the door.
I immediately groaned and rolled over, looking at the clock on the night stand. It read nine in the morning, what the hell was she doing here?
"It's Superbowl Sunday!" I heard Kiara also yell from outside my door.
"Ugh!" I groaned as I ripped the covers off of me and walked to the door, opening it still feeling a bit groggy.
Once my tired eyes met with Kiara and Claire's peppy and excited ones, their faces fell.
"Where you still sleeping?" Claire asked me curiously, I nodded and rubbed my eyes before yawning.
"Yeah." I answered groggily as I stepped aside and pushed the door open, letting the two enter my room.
"What the hell did you do last night? You look like shit." Kiara asked while laughing as she walked past me, entering mine and Jimmy's hotel room.
I shut the door as the two who were already dolled up and dressed for the game, sat on my bed.
