See You Around

| Chapter 3 |

Chapter 3

Perspiration trickled down the side of my forehead as I knocked on the door for what seemed to be the millionth time.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my jean shorts and shielded my eyes from the glaring sun. "Oh, come on," I muttered to myself.

Before long, the door flung open to reveal Charlotte grinning in a sheepish manner. "It's about time," I declared, stepping into her air conditioned house.

"Sorry, I was just, uh, busy," she scrambled to form an excuse. Sitting beside me on the couch, she grabbed a green pillow and hugged it to her chest.

"I'm going tomorrow," I announced after a short while of us staring at the T.V screen.

Charlotte sighed. "Yeah, I know."

I patted her arm as a sign of consolation. "I'm sure you can live without my hotness."

She offered a snort. "Whoever called you hot is possibly one of the best liars to ever roam this planet."

"At least I have bigger boobs than you," I taunted.

Charlotte pretended to squint. "Where?"

I weakly punched her arm and she chuckled.

A few hours later, it was time for me to leave, so I stood up and headed towards the door. Charlotte leaned against the doorframe as I made my way down the steps. "Come hug me, you douchebag!" With a smile, I engulfed her in a hug and proposed a quiet wheeze as she squeezed the life out of me.

"I'll...miss, you too," I choked out, patting her back. 

She released me with a frown. "You better call or else I'll book a ticket to Australia and rip out your intestines."

My eyebrows shot up to my forehead. "Okay, then. See you soon!" Casting her a wave, I neared my car and slid into the driver's seat. Charlotte waved vigorously and I just shook my head as I backed out of the driveway.

A sigh escaped my lips. I was sorely going to miss her.

Once I reached my house, I parked the car and stepped into the dim house, climbing up the stairs. Finally, I arrived at my room and decided to catch some sleep, seeing as our trip was tomorrow. After brushing my teeth and changing into pyjama bottoms, I flopped onto my bed and shut my eyes, attempting to catch some sleep.

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I was painfully conscious of my appearance as I assessed my horrendous outfit in the mirror. Truth is, I didn't have the energy or the time to form an impeccable outfit. I was going on a trip — an uncomfortable trip at that — therefore I held every right to dress up like a caveman.

Yesterday night, I had barely gotten any sleep, mainly because I was up all night consumed in my thoughts. What if their son/daughter hated me? What if our plane crashed? Various thoughts ran through my mind, but I had forced myself to calm down by taking deep breaths.

"Daniella!" my mother practically screeched. "We're going to be late!" Sighing, I trudged downstairs and followed my father outside, staring up at our house. I was in all the likelihood going to miss America.