Twelve

Luna was in the room, looking at Portia's new shirts. Nana had brought her clothes and Luna was getting ready for the trip. James had talked to Rose and she had agreed to go with Portia and Iris. Regarding Michelle, James had not talked about it, but things had been tense. James had tried to talk to Luna, and I mean, Luna wasn't mad at him, she just found it suspicious to find him talking so closely with a low-cut blonde and for him to start acting so weird. He used to have crazy women in the past, and she just wanted to make sure this wasn't another one. Besides, when they had tried to talk, they didn't get out of a short dialogue.

Portia would be leaving for a trip in a few hours. James was pretty nervous about it. She was his baby, practically, and they had never spent so much time away from each other. He walked into the room, he had on a gray t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair was completely disheveled and he fidgeted nervously with his phone in his hands.

He sat on the bed, his ba