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Chesa stood in the bathroom and applied make-up to her face. She was going out to eat with Cash tonight, so she didn’t really take much care into what she was wearing. Plus, it was just Cash, he wasn’t anyone that important. Just one of her best friends in the entire world, she loved this kid so much that she came out to Canada to spend time with him because he wanted her to. If anyone else asked her, she would’ve more than likely said no but when it came to him – she wouldn’t even think about it. And she couldn’t even stay mad at him because he would do or say something that made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world. Screw him for doing that. Her eyes glanced down towards the tampons, she was supposed to start her period a few days ago and she was late. Which wasn’t at all bad but she was never late and if she ever was, the girl wasn’t running around having sex. Though there was nothing to worry about because her and Cash used a condom every time…at least she thought they did.

There was that one time…no, she wasn’t pregnant and she had nothing to worry about. She was just late, it was nothing odd – a lot of women would be late for periods a few times in their life. Right? Satisfied with the way she looked, she closed her mascara and walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light as she passed. Chesa began to look through her shoes and decided that she didn’t feel like wearing heels, she wanted to be a natural height tonight so she went with sandals. A simple blazer jacket, white v-neck shirt, and a pair of jeans was her ensemble for the night. Though what was simple to her never seemed to be simple to other people. She couldn’t help it; she had an older sister who was her stylist and a fashion guru. Chesa turned to face Cash and told him she was ready to go. “Party, party, party”, she exclaimed as she headed out of her hotel room.

“Wait, do you even know…like where the restaurant is at?” she asked as she glanced up towards him. “You’re not exactly a Canadian” she added with a small giggle. Her sister was coming to Canada for the week because, she couldn’t handle being cooped up in her room by herself while Cash went to work on his movie. So her sister, Honor, would be coming to keep little Chesa company until the week was over. It wasn’t like the family didn’t have the money; their dad was a huge architect and was smart to invest his money into things. Chesa didn’t even realize that she had been texting the entire time and didn’t hear a word he had said. “Did you say something?” she stated, giving him a clueless look as she slid her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. The girl couldn’t wait to taste the pasta, heck; even the salad seemed really good. “But when we’re done, you’ll come back for drinks ‘cause I got the tequila” she exclaimed, adding a silly little dance. Doing it just in time as the door to the elevator opened. Busted. She kept the giggle to herself as her and Cash headed towards the restaurant.



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THIS POST WAS MADE FOR : CASH/ERICA
AND THIS SHIT IS REALLY COMPLETE.
WORDS MATCH UP TO A LOT
CHESA IS WEARING HERE
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT lallalala. i did it.

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Cash waited in the bedroom, sprawled out on his stomach on the comforter as Chesa got ready in the bathroom for their dinner. For once, they were going to eat something other than Chinese food, probably the best kind of food ever invented in Cash's eyes. He could eat it every day for dinner if he could, but unfortunately Chesa had grown tired of Chinese food. So, Italian would have to suffice tonight. Cash didn't mind it, he always loved a good Italian meal. He was part Italian after all, even though most of the Italian he's learned from living there a couple years ago had left his brain. Cash offered a dramatic sigh as he flipped over onto his back. Hurry it up in there. My stomach is trying to eat itself over here, he complained, his arms folding behind his head. The way these two treated each other sometimes, people who didn't really know how their relationship worked would probably think they hated each other's guts. Well this wasn't the case, Cash liked Chesa a lot actually; more so than he does other women in his life. But that was a given, right? They've known each other since they were kids so naturally they have a very strong bond. And even though Cash doesn't really show it, nor mention it, he really does appreciate the fact that she came up to Canada to keep him company. It was a big deal because he really was getting sick of seeing the same faces and he felt that the only way to keep his sanity in his remaining time in Canada, he needed a different face, a face he wouldn't mind seeing for the next couple weeks. So of course he asked Chesa. She was his bestie and her face would never get old, or boring.

Besides, Chesa was the only one he knew would come up to see him. Cash didn't know anyone else well enough to expect them to do what she did. There was Nic...But he didn't really know her know her. They just fucked way back when. And she got annoying sometimes, always prying into his business. Okay..That was one time, and he would admit (not out loud of course) that he was acting a bit...iffy. But still, there was no need to ask him what was wrong because, it was Cash, since when did he ever confide in anyone about his problems? It even took Chesa a bit of prodding to get what was really bugging him out in the open. So why Nic expected him to just spill his guts to her, was beyond him. Cash watched as she finally exited the bathroom and moved on to shuffle through her many pairs of shoes. How a girl could have so many pairs, he wasn't sure. Why did she need so many? Cash shook his head, hopping off the bed when she finally was ready to go. It's about time, he teased, smiling as she said a part of the lyrics to a song. Let's all get wasted, he finished the lyric, his head bobbing slightly as if the beat were bumping right in his head. Cash led the way from the room, pausing for a moment when she spoke again. He scoffed lightly as if that were a dumb question. Of course I know where it's at...You don't have to be Canadian to know where things are around here... he muttered, though it was obvious that he had no idea where he was going.

But no need to worry. Cash pulled out his phone and looked up the directions to the restaurant “discreetly”, his eyes glancing behind him as he began to walk again. Yup, I know exactly where we're going, he confirmed, smirking slightly. Yes yes, much to his dismay, Chesa had invited her sister, Honer up to Canada with her. It was sad that he wouldn't have Chesa all to himself anymore, and well, he wasn't too fond of her sister. Actually, he didn't mind Honor at all. She was just fun to fuck with, so he supposed it wasn't that bad for Honor to be joining the Canada party. And he understood how Chesa felt about being cooped up in her hotel room while Cash was working...He felt the same way after he was done working because the only people he could hang out with were the people he already hung out with on a regular basis. And of course, since he was “on duty” he hasn't been partying too much, so it gets pretty boring sometimes. I can't wait to eat. I'm so hungry. I'm gonna have like...fifty breadsticks... he muttered, smiling at the thought. When she asked if he'd said something, his smile dropped into a slight frown. Yeah I did. Get your face out of your phone, he said, pouting slightly. But soon the smile was back at the mention of tequila. Patron...Tequila..I'm drunk off Margarita, he said happily, chuckling lightly at her dance that was seen by a couple of people entering the elevator. You're such a weird little munchkin, he commented as they walked outside. He put an arm around her shoulders. This way, munchkin, he said, pulling her to the right.

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TAGGED FOR ALEXA/CHESA. THIS POST IS COMPLETE WITH A RESOUNDING 878 WORDS. JAMES IS LOOKING MIGHTY FINE TODAY. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY THE PWNFUL ERICA. OH HEY LISTEN UP, I GOT SHIT TO SAY WOOOO.

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