Clayton texted me this morning telling me that he'd pick me up tomorrow morning at 11 and to pack a swimsuit and extra clothes.
Once I get home I get dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. It's not like anyone's gonna see me and even if they did I wouldn't care.
It's Friday night and I'm sitting on my bed sketching a picture of Clayton. I've always had a knack for drawing him since I was little.
Suddenly I hear my phone ringing. That's weird. I look who it is. It's Clayton. I answer immediately.
"Hey babe ready for tomorrow?" he asks.
"Yeah Carebear, packed and ready." I reply as I put my sketchpad away for the night.
"Good. So what are you up to? " he asks and I can hear shuffling in the background.
"Just finished sketching. What about you?" I ask curiously as I switch off my bedroom light.
"You sill sketch huh? I'm just chilling on my bed. I'm bored." he says with a huff.
I giggle. "Yeah, you know when I get inspired I always sketch. It's refreshing and it chills me out."
"Yeah yeah I know." he says and chuckles.
I smile and blush at the last part "Nighty night Carebear don't let the bed bugs bite."
He chuckles and says, "I'm too intimidating. They won't come near me."
I giggle "Bye, bye"
"Bye." He says and hangs up.
The next morning I woke up at 9:30 to get ready and make sure I'm packed and ready to go. I don't even know where we're going.
Since I'm going with Clayton I decide to put on a pair of jeans short shorts and my favorite T-shirt which happens to have a Queen logo on for my favorite band.
Once done I check my stuff and pack my hairbrush.
I hear a hoot and I know it's Clayton. I put on my leather jacket and grab a poptart that I took out earlier.
I grab my bag and go out. I lock the door and hook my bag over both my shoulders.
There he is waiting for me. On his Motorcycle.