I have managed to piss him off unless it was the combination of us and that phone call he had.
No one said anything for a while. We just sat and waited. We didn’t get our water or the shopping trip, but he did open the two front windows and cracked the sliding door so we had a bit of a breeze going. I’d rather be at the house, hanging out with Randy, telling stories or watching movies than be in this hot van, bored out of my mind.
Latch and Marvey finally returned two hours later. Marvey was still out of it, but only because she had a shot of medicine. Latch said they found nothing wrong, and more than likely it was just a small concussion. She was going to be okay.
Jaxon did stop to get groceries, and everyone else stayed in the van. Latch helped him load the bags when he finally came back out, and they ended up talking for a few minutes before getting back into the van. It was easy to see they were both irritated more than normal.
I could only hope they got the alcohol.
Chapter 8 - Sofia & Kennedy
Sofia
“At least he bought us some more clothes,” I told the girls. Marvey was laying down in bed, kind of awake and Harper and I sat on each side of her.
“I guess,” Harper muttered, still bummed out even though Jaxon took her on a motorcycle ride before dinner. They were gone an hour and she had been quiet since she got back. Jaxon also bought more alcohol while we were in town. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, but we had more Tequila.
“Don’t be so sad,” Marvey whispered and rolled over onto her other side. “He kissed you,” she yawned, “more than once.”
“This isn’t the time to be starting a relationship, Marv.”
“Who cares?”
“I care,” Harper shot back.
“Okay guys,” I said breaking up the conversation. “No one wants to be in this situation, but we are, so we need to make the best of it.”
“Don’t complain about the sheets again,” Marvey mumbled into her pillow.
“I wasn’t complaining.” At least I had tried not to. It’s not my fault I’ve never slept on cotton sheets or wore sweat pants before. It was new to my skin and to me, but I’ll adjust. It wasn’t that bad anyway.
“You were.”
“It’s not my fault,” I quipped.
“Daddy Warbucks,” Marvey mumbled again, and I had a feeling she was about to fall back asleep.
“I can’t believe someone could go through life without cotton,” Harper commented.
“My parents’ social circle would think they were hurting for money if they found out we had cotton sheets. I know all the maids talk to each other, about who they work for regardless of the fact that they signed confidentiality agreements.” And I did. I’d hear them on the phone gossiping all the time, complaining about my parents’ demands and how much they hated them. But the money was good so they stayed. We did go through a few personal chefs over the years, though. My mom was a bitch when it came to her food.
“I know this isn’t much of a vacation,” Harper started standing from the bed, “but at least out here you don’t have to be perfect. You can be yourself.”
“I don’t even know who I am without my parents or family.”
“Then I think you should figure it out.”
“Do you know who you are?”
“Yep, sure do. And that’s why this thing with Jaxon, isn’t a thing. I let him kiss me and hold my hand because it’s the only time it's ever going to happen.”
I slid my knees underneath me and smiled at her. “Did you have another or-”
“Shut up!” She spun around and ran out of the room. I’m not sure why she thinks Jaxon wouldn’t like her away from the house, but we still didn’t know each other that well and I didn’t want to pry.
I tapped Marvey’s shoulder and said her name a few times with no response. She was out. We were supposed to wake her up every few hours just to be on the safe side and make sure she didn’t slip into a coma.
I left the room and found Randy sitting
No one said anything for a while. We just sat and waited. We didn’t get our water or the shopping trip, but he did open the two front windows and cracked the sliding door so we had a bit of a breeze going. I’d rather be at the house, hanging out with Randy, telling stories or watching movies than be in this hot van, bored out of my mind.
Latch and Marvey finally returned two hours later. Marvey was still out of it, but only because she had a shot of medicine. Latch said they found nothing wrong, and more than likely it was just a small concussion. She was going to be okay.
Jaxon did stop to get groceries, and everyone else stayed in the van. Latch helped him load the bags when he finally came back out, and they ended up talking for a few minutes before getting back into the van. It was easy to see they were both irritated more than normal.
I could only hope they got the alcohol.
Chapter 8 - Sofia & Kennedy
Sofia
“At least he bought us some more clothes,” I told the girls. Marvey was laying down in bed, kind of awake and Harper and I sat on each side of her.
“I guess,” Harper muttered, still bummed out even though Jaxon took her on a motorcycle ride before dinner. They were gone an hour and she had been quiet since she got back. Jaxon also bought more alcohol while we were in town. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, but we had more Tequila.
“Don’t be so sad,” Marvey whispered and rolled over onto her other side. “He kissed you,” she yawned, “more than once.”
“This isn’t the time to be starting a relationship, Marv.”
“Who cares?”
“I care,” Harper shot back.
“Okay guys,” I said breaking up the conversation. “No one wants to be in this situation, but we are, so we need to make the best of it.”
“Don’t complain about the sheets again,” Marvey mumbled into her pillow.
“I wasn’t complaining.” At least I had tried not to. It’s not my fault I’ve never slept on cotton sheets or wore sweat pants before. It was new to my skin and to me, but I’ll adjust. It wasn’t that bad anyway.
“You were.”
“It’s not my fault,” I quipped.
“Daddy Warbucks,” Marvey mumbled again, and I had a feeling she was about to fall back asleep.
“I can’t believe someone could go through life without cotton,” Harper commented.
“My parents’ social circle would think they were hurting for money if they found out we had cotton sheets. I know all the maids talk to each other, about who they work for regardless of the fact that they signed confidentiality agreements.” And I did. I’d hear them on the phone gossiping all the time, complaining about my parents’ demands and how much they hated them. But the money was good so they stayed. We did go through a few personal chefs over the years, though. My mom was a bitch when it came to her food.
“I know this isn’t much of a vacation,” Harper started standing from the bed, “but at least out here you don’t have to be perfect. You can be yourself.”
“I don’t even know who I am without my parents or family.”
“Then I think you should figure it out.”
“Do you know who you are?”
“Yep, sure do. And that’s why this thing with Jaxon, isn’t a thing. I let him kiss me and hold my hand because it’s the only time it's ever going to happen.”
I slid my knees underneath me and smiled at her. “Did you have another or-”
“Shut up!” She spun around and ran out of the room. I’m not sure why she thinks Jaxon wouldn’t like her away from the house, but we still didn’t know each other that well and I didn’t want to pry.
I tapped Marvey’s shoulder and said her name a few times with no response. She was out. We were supposed to wake her up every few hours just to be on the safe side and make sure she didn’t slip into a coma.
I left the room and found Randy sitting
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