Ava’s Point of View
Another hour and a half has gone by, but we are finally back at the apartment.
I place the bags down and drop onto the couch.
“I’m exhausted.”
I mutter, staring at the bags scattered everywhere.
“We haven’t even started cooking yet.”
Luna says arching a brow at me and I groan.
“I regret everything. And I am starving. Why did I suggest we cook ourselves? This is going to take ages.”
I mutter and she laughs as she tosses me an apple.
“Eat something. You’ll survive.”
Spencer starts unpacking groceries.
"Are you going to help?"
She asks, looking at me with an arched brow.
I sigh, but nod my head before pushing myself off of the couch and making my way to the counter.
We begin making small talk, about boys and relationships as we make away groceries and beg
