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Devon's POV
"Come on, Gabs we'll be late for our flight, come on,"
Gabby is being Gabby again. I had to go to her apartment and wake her up. It turns out she's been partying at her neighbors last night so hard, she had a hangover and overslept. Lucky I got ready early for the trip and came to her apartment to check on her. She was still on the bed when I got here. Good thing I have the key to her apartment. "I'm almost ready," she said, stuffing her clothes in a luggage. "I can't believe you haven't pack your stuffs,"
"I was thinking to get up early and pack up earlier this morning. I just had, a little too much fun last night,"
"And you didn't care to invite me,"
"Dev, I know you were busy packing, or should I say stuffing your closet last night so why bother?" She got a point. I really took the word 'packing' to a whole new level. "I'll wait for you in the cab. You, pack faster,"
"Okay, pushy," Well, us living in New York really changed us. I mean, Gabby, who used to be such a sweet endearing creature is now, annoying and sarcastic fellow. But of course, I still love her. I wait at the cab that brought me here. The driver, Eric, who is my friend since we came to New York was on the phone with his wife, Greta. Eric had been a cab driver for thirteen years and even though he's in the late forties, he is still working hard like youngsters. When they're done, Gabby just came out barging to the cab with her luggage, a backpack and her purse. "Just in time," I whispered to myself. She shoved her stuffs at the trunk and sit right next to me. "You're late, Gabs. Unusual scene," even Eric says so.
"Tell me about it. She was partying with her neighbor-"
"My hot neighbor,"
"Whatever. As I was saying. She partied all night with her neighbor," She was wearing a white top matched with a black miniskirt, black vest and a rhinestone belt. Simple but cute. I had my skinny jeans and my usual long-sleeved shirt and black gladiators. I put on black eyeliner and black eye shadow for the smoky eyes effect. For a college girl, I look like Avril Lavigne when she's like, fourteen. But I couldn't care less, though. For four years I've been hiding behind those mini dress, tube tops and peplum blouses but if I'm going to meet my family, I'm meeting them as who I am. Even if I dress as a geeky teen instead of a funky college girl.
"We're finally here. Thanks Eric. Tell Greta I said hi,"
"Bye Gabs, bye Dev. Have a safe flight," We barge in the airport, send our luggage to cargo and find our gate. Good thing I already check us in online. "Fifteen minutes till boarding. Whew!"
"Can't believe we made it,"
"Good thing we made it,"
After a little bit awhile we board our plane. The trip to Italy took half a day. I was really tired and jet lagging. When we got to Venice Airport, I saw my father waiting for us while holding this goofy white card that reads 'My lovely daughter and her cute friend' with this toothy grin. "Dad, I miss you!"
"Miss you too, munchkin," He hugged Gabby and me for a while. "Nice to see you again, Mr. Thompson," I sit next to my dad while Gabby sit at the back. "Four years and you haven't change a bit,"
"I do. A little. I get more punctual. Didn't I, Gabs?"
"Indeed. And to be honest, she's the one who woke me up for our flight today," Dad seems impressed. Am I that one procrastinator? "Well, Danielle would be so happy to see you guys,"
"I'm not really sure about it, dad,"
"I'm not kidding. She wants you to be her maid of honor,"
"Her maid of what?" Okay this is crazy. I thought she hates me. Why would she want me to be her maid of honor? "I'm serious. She can't stop talking about how cute you will look inside the dress that she got for the bridesmaids," My dad and I chat the whole way to Scooter's family house or as he call it, Margiatta Mansion. "Hey, we're almost here,"
"Yeay," I said, sarcastically. Gabby was asleep at the back. I guess she was really tired. She never really had such long trips before. When we arrived the place we're staying, I was speechless. It's really pretty. "It's nice Scooter's family let them have this house. They didn't really use this house unless there's any occasion,"
"It's wonderful,"
"Devon!" I turn around and saw Danielle practically running and tackled me on the ground. "Dani! I missed you,"
"Awwh, little sis. I miss you too," Scooter came behind my sister and pull Gabby and me into a side hug. "How dare you guys didn't come in contact with us,"
"We're too busy being famous,"
"Yeah right. Where's the boys?" Crap. Thanks a lot, Gabs.
" They're at the back. Rehearsing and stuff,"
"What for?"
"They're performing for our wedding. Isn't that great?" Totally."