Attached // c.b.

0.1- "Luggages Are Such A Pain In The Ass"

AMANDA'S POV
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A small bead of sweat managed to form on the side of my forehead as I finished packing up the last few of my belongings in the two sets of cramped luggages that never seem to give me a easy time. Although regardless, a girl needed to be prepared for any occasion right ? I didn't consider it to be quite a load ; just a few necessities like clothes , hygienic essentials and of course dozens of sunscreen because knowing California, having the opportunity of getting a sunburn isn't that 'far down the road'. After an extensive episode of shoving, squeezing and zipping, I can proudly say that packing will never fail to make a person go insane (especially when that person is greedy for all her "valuables"). Although making the worst mistake of releasing both cases at the same time because the whole damn flaps sprung out before I even got a chance to blink; leaving clothing, a couple of photographs and several other items to fly across my bedroom.

"Fucking Christ!" I grumbled exasperatedly to myself. Luggages are such a pain in the ass, which makes me realize why I rarely travel. Luckily my collection of empty ceramic liquor & whiskey jugs were heavy enough not topple over. They were handcrafted and sent all the way from Texas a year ago from my grandfather, and I still held it as a prize possession of mine ever since. I would flip if anything did happen to them. Bar tending has been in my families generation for the longest of time; from my great grandmother, to my grandmother and father, which then pasted on from my aunt to my mom, and within a matter of days from today, the tradition will continue to live on by me... that is, if I catch my flight on time for my interview. I scan the room in displeasure, everything that use to be in the luggages pooled half of the floor and bed... I'd be lucky to finish by tomorrow.

Before I got a chance to restart again, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing half of my brother's face and body. His eyes trailed to where the mess was then looked at me with a raised eyebrow, shaking his head at my progress.

"Creative way of packing sis." Trevor chuckled, holding up a pair of my panties that hung from the doorknob.

I instantly yank them away from his grasp, faintly blushing, "get the hell out Trevor,"

I had the roughest day today with waking up nearly at 6 am prior to getting a head start with this, it was now 10:15 am and my plane leaves 3 hours and so far I accomplish nothing but began where I started. Trevor was the last person I needed testing with my nerves.

"Oh, well I guess you don't mind me taking these two large duffel bags that mom and dad told me to give to you for packing -knowing that luggages aren't your thing-away from your company-"

I took that moment to pry them from his hands, but of course, he beat me to it; tightening his grip on the straps. I might be older than him by a few years, but he has always been the one who thought 'one step ahead'.

"Ah Ah Ah," he taunted, messing with me.

"C' mon Trevs, you know how important this job interview is to me," I plied, hoping to knock some sympathy in him.

"Alright, I'll give them to you... under one condition," knowing my brother, there's always had to be a 'catch' for everything. And by the massive smirk that was evident on his face, that'll be something I'll ultimately regret agreeing to.

"What..." I said cautiously.

"You have to let me crash in your room for the time being with you in LA." Trevor stated, crossing his broad arms over his chest.