We were able to sneak out of the airport. We called Angie once we were out. She told us to meet her at a certain address. And now we were waiting on her. I really hope she gets here soon. It was getting dark, We were all still sleepy, and the people around us are starting to eyeball us. I was holding Sara and she fell asleep on my shoulder. Magnet is next and soon we'd all be out of it. Zues looked on top of it though, as he rested on Viktor's shoulder. Then we see a limo coming around the corner. Angie got out and said, "Hey guys. Sorry it took so long, I had to break away from my dad. Get in." We all piled into the limo. Angie gave the driver an address and we were on our way.
We arrived to a house that was out in the country. Just shy of being outside DC. It was a big house, with lots of yard. I could see that much. I can't see much more detail other than that. Angie said something to the driver and ran to catch up with us. We got to the front door of our really long driveway. Jazz was holding Magnet now, and Megan was starting to lumber around. Angie looked a little out of it too. None the less, she gotta key out and opened the front door. We all entered. And turned a couple lights on.
It was amazing. High ceilings, a lot of rooms, Furniture already here? Angie said, "Follow me. The bedrooms are upstairs." I said, "Angie. Why is there already furniture here?" She turned and said, "Oh. The old owner built this house for his family. But they all left him, and he died of a heart attack soon after. The poor man had only one friend, my dad. And My dad inherited the house. Nobody wants to by it though." I can't imagine why. I let Sara down on the bed of a room that looks like it was made for a little girl, She curled up and smiled in her sleep. We all found different bedrooms and started to crash. Except Me and Jazz. Angie left and said she would try to get here tommorow. Zues stayed outside. There was the Master Bedroom left. We saw the problem. And me being an idiot, said, "I'll take the couch." Before I could take a step anywhere, Jazz grabbed me. "Oooh No. You think just because I'm a girl, you think I can't sleep anywhere else except a bed? You take the bed, I'll take the couch." She shoves me into the master bedroom and stomps downstairs. "I was trying to be nice!" I called out after her. I sighed.
Do guys usually understand girls? Cause I could sure use some advice here.
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