Sleeping was terrible, we were on our way to Kentucky, and I just happen to be a light sleeper. The guys were kind enough to keep quiet when we got there so I could sleep. When I finally got up the guys weren't there, but Oli was. He was sitting on the couch playing on his phone. "Hey Oli." I yawned.

"The guys are playing right now." He explained.

"Oh." I was really groggy. He got up and walked to the kitchen and pulled out the stuff for cereal. He set down the bowl on the foldable kitchen table and poured the cereal, then the milk in.

"Bon Joure!" He smiled and made a grand gesture towards the bowl of cereal . I chuckled.

"What?" He asked.

"It's Bon Appétit, you dork." I shuffled over to the table and plopped down on a seat.

"You are so fagged." He smiled at me, teasing me.

"English Oli." I rolled my eyes at him, teasing.

"You mean American?" He smiled at be devilishly.

"Oh my god Oli, just freaking tell me." I was kinda annoyed now.

"It means lazy you American." He teasingly snarled.

"Did you just insult my country? Because if I recall correctly you guys couldn't keep us as your colonies." I sassed. I should get Oli a icepack for that burn.

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"Why was I supposed to wear a comfy pair of short and t-shirt?" I asked Vic.

"We are going skydiving silly." He said it as if it was a casual thing.

"What?" I was shocked to say the least.

"Yeah have you ever been?" He smiled at me.

"Whatttt, no!" I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you so much Vic!"

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"Okay ready?" The instructor asked. "GO! DON'T FORGET TO PULL THE PARACHUTE!" He yelled at Vic and I as we jumped out, hand it hand. As soon as we were out the guys jumped out after us.

"Ahhh!" I screamed. Vic who was next to me laughed at me. "Shut up!" I yelled at him.

"Look at Mike Sky!" Vic screamed. I looked at Mike, who had pulled out a bottle of Whiskey. He was attempting to drink it as we plummeted towards the earth. Was it working out for him? No of course not, but was it hilarious? Totally.

Notes

Awkward ending. I need more ideas. I'm 12 days behind, go me. <---sacastic