As soon as I felt like a fell asleep, I woke up. That was the only thing I hated about sleep, that it felt like it only lasted a second. Despite feeling like I didn't get enough sleep, I still felt well rested and was ready for whatever the day brought.

Suddenly my mind was flooded with memories of the previous day. I had to pack to go to Florida today. Yippee.

I pulled myself from the cozy comforter and took a shower, letting the hot steamy water wash away any anger I might've had about the trip. After my shower I stumbled down the stairs, still in my tired stupor, to get coffee

My hands rifled through the cabinets, struggling to find the coffee. I gripped the plastic container and couldn't get it out and into the coffee maker fast enough. About ten minutes passed by before my coffee maker graced me with the rich brew.

With my coffee cup filled, I headed back up the stairs to the hall closet to fish out my suitcase.

I rolled my oversized orange suitcase into my room, tossed it on my bed and unzipped it. Before I even dared to open my closet or my dresser, I took a few deep breaths. I was going to need some sort of mental preparation to go through all of the clothes I owned.

It had taken me three hours to go through everything.

After debating over shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, bathing suits and other various pieces of clothing, I ended with six pairs of shorts, three skirts, and orange and grey bikini, two sundresses, and a party dresses. I had finally shoved the last of my clothing into my overflowing suitcase when my phone rang. As expected, it was Amu.

"Hello," I answered sitting on my suitcase that was surely going to burst any second.

"Hey Rima, are you done packing?" Amu asked.

"Just about, I still have to pack my carry on,"

"I'm already done, but meet at my place at three. Utau says she has a ride to the airport. Bye. Don't forget to be here at-" My finger hitting the end button me stopped Amu from reminding me to meet at her house at… what time was it again?

Three. It was three.

Although there wasn't much, my weight held down my suitcase while I zipped it shut before it could explode all over my room. I hopped off of my suitcase and moved on to my carry on. I gathered my laptop, iPod, a magazine and several of my newer gag manga and put them in an orange tote that conveniently matched my suitcase. After another shower I got dressed then encountered the fight that would be me trying to get my suitcase downstairs.

Then it suddenly hit me, there was no way in hell was going to drag my suitcase all over a train station, let alone walk with it anywhere.

I quickly asked my mother if she would drive me to Amu's place. After some himming and hawing and a roll of the eyes she agreed then helped my get my behemoth of a suitcase in the trunk of her car.

On the way to Amu's, my phone buzzed. There was no doubt that it was Amu.

Along with the message that she just sent me was a stockpile of other messages she had sent me the entire afternoon.

Received: 12:04

Are you packing yet?

From: Amu

Received: 1:37

Have you started on your carry on?

From: Amu

Received: 2:31

It's almost three…

From: Amu

I shook my head as I tapped a response on my phone.

Sent: 2:33

Yes I am done packing and I'm on my way.

To: Amu

About twenty minutes later, my mom dropped me off at Amu's dinky apartment complex, grabbed my carry on, my purse and my suitcase. I did not bother with trying to drag the damn thing up the stairs so I left it on the ground floor and walked up to the second floor to see Amu. "'Bout time you got here," Amu huffed impatiently as she answered the door. Everyone was already there and ready to go.

"In my defense," I began and held a finger in front of her before she could say anymore. "My suitcase was a pain in the butt to get out of my house let alone out of the car."

"Where is your suitcase?" she asked, noticing that I had walked in her apartment lacking a suitcase.

"At the foot of the stairs," I shrugged.

"I'll go get it," a voice spoke and Nagihiko emerged from the crowd with a smirk on his face. He winked at me then walked out the door to retrieve my piece of luggage.

"Be my guest," I mumbled sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

Hereturned five minutes later and heaved the suitcase through the door. "What… is… in… this… thing?" he panted through each word.

"I have a lot of clothes,"

"Hey guys," Utau interrupted, "Our ride is here." She pointed out Amu's window.

Everyone collectively gasped then the room went silent.

"How on earth did you get that thing?" Tadase blurted, his magenta eyes widening with disbelief.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out." Utau remarked, then threw open the door and ran outside down the stairs. Everyone grabbed their luggage and followed her without question. I managed to roll my suitcase out Amu's apartment door and somehow down the stairs. I made sure my suitcase wasn't going to roll away then I ran to catch up with everyone else.

I had only seen a limo one other time in my life, it was really old and it was nothing like what was parked before us: a hummer limo that was the Colossus in compare to the tiny cars in the parking lot. We couldn't pile in the car fast enough. The swirls of bright pink and purple leather on the seats made it even more extravagant. Everything was extravagant, the flashing of lights, the pounding music, everything except the minibar. The sight of it sent creeping chills up my back. I was known to get paranoid around alcohol and I knew I was supposed to be having fun with my friends, but it still made me rigid with worry.

"Utau… you doknow that the rest of us are eighteen right?As in, not able to drink legally," I pointed out to Utau and everyone stared me down like I suddenly became the party pooper.

"Eighteen schmeighteen, it's not like anyone's driving." Utau said carelessly, and everyone nodded in agreement. I shrugged in reply, the pressure of my friends forcing me to join in on the fun instead of being a party pooper.

"What about our luggage?" Kairi spoke up, his voice barely reaching Utau over the music.

"Don't worry about it, Max will get them," she said, pointing to a man who was shoving our suitcases into the trunk of the limo "Shall we get this trip started with a bang," she said as she turned up the music and handed us each a small bottle of vodka.

I clutched the small bottle in my hand and forced a smile on my face as everyone opened theirs and took a sip. I really didn't want to drink it. I hated the taste of alcohol, it tasted like bad cough medicine, and even worse I hated what it did to people, many a time I had seen the after effects of one too many beers on my parents. But there was the ever-looming pressure of my peers and I could feel it closing in like a box around me. Amu nudged my shoulder as she took another swig of the potent liquid.

"C'mon Rima, don't you wanna have some fun?" she asked me through a fit of giggles. "It's like your first vacation, ever! You have to have fun!" Amu ordered, finishing the rest of her drink and going to the minibar for another. Utau stopped her before she could figure out how to pry open the door of the small fridge.

Even though Amu wasn't entirely sober, she still had a point. This was my first vacation, first real vacation. And I was a grown-up enough young adult that I could probably handle myself in the tiniest of alcoholic stupors. I looked around me once again; everyone was jostling in their seats to the beat of the music. Even glum and gloomy Kairi was joining in on the fun. I glanced down at the insignificant bottle of vodka and snapped the cap off and took a sip.

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