"Shit! Take it easy!" Jaime dropped his phone onto the bed and threw up his hands in a defensive gesture as a pair of shoes came flying over his head. One of them flew through and grazed his hair, ruffling the nest of curls. He cursed again as Jen stormed out of her walk-in closet with an armload of clothes and dumped them onto him.
"Oregon?!" She screamed as she started stuffing clothes indiscriminately into a massive suitcase. "I can't believe he ran away to Oregon! That fucking bastard, how dare he! It's not even New York or Los Angeles! Oregon?!"
"Are you more upset that he ran away, or that he ran away to Oregon where you can't shop or eat caviar at Michelin-starred restaurants?"
"BOTH!"
"Ah." Jaime shifted the clothes onto the bed beside him when he heard his phone buzzing underneath the pile. He picked it up nonchalantly as Jen continued punishing her suitcase, pummelling clothes into them and stabbing things with the pointed heels of her various shoes. It looked like she was going to ruin most of them, but they both knew what that meant—new clothes. Not in Oregon though. Oregon wasn't known to be the fashion capital of the world.
"It's not confirmed that Cris is there, though. Maybe Edel's going for other reasons." Jaime snuck a glance at her; she was glaring at him like he single-handedly caused the great depression.
"What other reasons? Where would he go without Rey?"
Snorting, Jaime fell back onto her bed. "Maybe he has a lover overseas. Maybe he's living a double life." He flinched when she hit him in the thigh.
"Shut up! Edel's not the type!"
"I'm not sure it's better that he knows where Cris is and didn't tell either of us then..."
"Shut up!" She hefted a shoe and Jaime put up his hands again. "We'll find out when we catch up to him. Ask Rey to come with us. I know you're texting him right now."
"...I'm not." Jaime shifted his phone to the other side of his body where Jen couldn't see it but the jig was up. "I'm texting Mirabelle. She's throwing the party this weekend now."
Jen rolled her eyes as she lifted a gauzy dress up to her body, then apparently decided she didn't like it and threw it off to the side. "You're so stupid and obvious. I know you're only after him because he doesn't like you. Like all those other guys you pissed off and then slept with."
"I'm not after anyone. And if I was, it wouldn't be my best friend's boyfriend. What crazy dramas are you watching lately that you think I'd be that much of an asshole?" He grinned up into her murderous glare. "Besides. If I really wanted him, I could have him. I could have a dozen guys like him."
Jen threw a pair of pants over his grinning face. "No wonder he hates you. Ask him to come along. I don't want to be stuck on a 15-hour flight with only you."
"Well I don't want to be stuck on a flight with you either," Jaime scoffed from under the jeans, not bothering to remove them since Jen was just going to throw more things at him. "I'm not booking first class for him though. He's sitting in economy."
"Don't you dare!" She kicked him in the side of the leg and although he didn't flinch... motherfucker, that hurt! "Book first class! Now!"
Ugh. Spoiled princess much? "Don't you have any other friends we could bring?"
"No. Book the fucking seats!"
"Even if you get him into first class, he's still not sleeping with you—OW! Bitch!" That was almost his dick!
"Oregon?!" She screamed as she started stuffing clothes indiscriminately into a massive suitcase. "I can't believe he ran away to Oregon! That fucking bastard, how dare he! It's not even New York or Los Angeles! Oregon?!"
"Are you more upset that he ran away, or that he ran away to Oregon where you can't shop or eat caviar at Michelin-starred restaurants?"
"BOTH!"
"Ah." Jaime shifted the clothes onto the bed beside him when he heard his phone buzzing underneath the pile. He picked it up nonchalantly as Jen continued punishing her suitcase, pummelling clothes into them and stabbing things with the pointed heels of her various shoes. It looked like she was going to ruin most of them, but they both knew what that meant—new clothes. Not in Oregon though. Oregon wasn't known to be the fashion capital of the world.
"It's not confirmed that Cris is there, though. Maybe Edel's going for other reasons." Jaime snuck a glance at her; she was glaring at him like he single-handedly caused the great depression.
"What other reasons? Where would he go without Rey?"
Snorting, Jaime fell back onto her bed. "Maybe he has a lover overseas. Maybe he's living a double life." He flinched when she hit him in the thigh.
"Shut up! Edel's not the type!"
"I'm not sure it's better that he knows where Cris is and didn't tell either of us then..."
"Shut up!" She hefted a shoe and Jaime put up his hands again. "We'll find out when we catch up to him. Ask Rey to come with us. I know you're texting him right now."
"...I'm not." Jaime shifted his phone to the other side of his body where Jen couldn't see it but the jig was up. "I'm texting Mirabelle. She's throwing the party this weekend now."
Jen rolled her eyes as she lifted a gauzy dress up to her body, then apparently decided she didn't like it and threw it off to the side. "You're so stupid and obvious. I know you're only after him because he doesn't like you. Like all those other guys you pissed off and then slept with."
"I'm not after anyone. And if I was, it wouldn't be my best friend's boyfriend. What crazy dramas are you watching lately that you think I'd be that much of an asshole?" He grinned up into her murderous glare. "Besides. If I really wanted him, I could have him. I could have a dozen guys like him."
Jen threw a pair of pants over his grinning face. "No wonder he hates you. Ask him to come along. I don't want to be stuck on a 15-hour flight with only you."
"Well I don't want to be stuck on a flight with you either," Jaime scoffed from under the jeans, not bothering to remove them since Jen was just going to throw more things at him. "I'm not booking first class for him though. He's sitting in economy."
"Don't you dare!" She kicked him in the side of the leg and although he didn't flinch... motherfucker, that hurt! "Book first class! Now!"
Ugh. Spoiled princess much? "Don't you have any other friends we could bring?"
"No. Book the fucking seats!"
"Even if you get him into first class, he's still not sleeping with you—OW! Bitch!" That was almost his dick!