Running With The Boys{OG Magcon}

Chapter 1

"Lauren please come here right now." My mom calls from downstairs. I sigh and shut off my phone. When I hop off the last step, I am more than surprised. Both my mom and dad are standing in the living room for the first time in years without screaming at eachother. It's a gosh damned miracle.

"Uh what's going on?" I ask because, could they be any more suspicious?

"We need to talk to you about something. As you know, yesterday you were let out from school for the summer." My mom begins. "And like every year, Brad and I go on tours of the finest vineyards in Mexico. Now I understand that you would be very bored there, but I'm not permitting you to stay all alone at home for three months."

"But I'm sixteen! I can stay home alone!" I argue.

"Let me finish. Now as I was saying, you cannot stay alone all summer."

"Couldn't I just stay with dad?" I interrupt.

"Please Lauren, I will explain everything if you stop interrupting me." My mom sighs.

"Okay." She begins once again." You cannot stay at your dad's house because he will be on his Magcon tour. So you have a choice. You can either come with Brad and I to Mexico, or go on tour with your father." My mom finishes. Go on the Magcon tour or Mexico with my mom's boyfriend. What amazing options I have. This summer is going to be awful anyways now so I don't think it matters which one I pick.

"I guess I'll go on the tour. I can put up with a bunch of obnoxious boys, you and Brad are a bit unbearable." I say after thinking for a minute.

"Watch it missy." My mom scolds. I roll my eyes.

"So Dad, when do we leave?" I ask, tying my long brown hair into a high ponytail.

"Tomorrow at 6:00am we are meeting at the airport." He answers. I choke on my spit.

"Tomorrow?! Thanks for the heads up!" I retort sarcastically.

"You have plenty of time, all you have to do is pack." My dad gives me a look.

"How much should I pack? I know for a fact that I don't have enough clothes to last me three months." I mentally think of the amount of summer clothes I actually have.

"There is a washer and dryer on the tour bus that you can use, don't worry." My dad reassures me.

"Well I better go pack." I say, turning on my heel and marching up the stairs. I go into the hall closet and dig out my Adidas duffel bag, along with my Pink drawstring backpack. I toss both bags on my bed and open my closet.

Time to pack because I'm going on tour. 

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"I keep playing it inside my head, all that you said to me..."

I fumble around my bed for my phone and shut off the alarm. 4:00am, what an ungodly time to have to wake up. Who decided it was a good idea to meet at 6:00am? I don't want to be stressed, so I force myself to get up and have a shower. After my shower, I blow dry my hair and brush it into a messy bun. I throw on a pair of Nike shorts and my grey oversized hoodie. I double check to make sure I have my charger and phone in my backpack before taking both of my bags downstairs and setting them by the door. Barely uttering a hello to my dad who was drinking a cup of coffee at the sink, I get out the ingredients to make myself a smoothie.

"We have to leave in ten minutes okay?" My dad says as he passes by me.

"Ok, I'll be ready in five." I say, filling the blender with yoghurt and fruit. I put in a spoonful of honey and cap on the lid. After it's done blending, I put it into a travel cup and go put on my converse sneakers. Moments later, my dad joins me in the doorway, digging his keys out of his pocket and shoving on his shoes.