We need to start

"Ethan, come on. We gotta start packing if we wanna get to the park by 6. Don't forget about that." I reminded him as I poked his chest lightly.

"Ughh! alright." Ethan groaned before standing up from his position on the floor where he was previously laying.

I sat up from my spot on the carpeted floor beside Ethan. As I brushed some stray pieces of grass off my skirt, I glanced down at myself. I noticed that Ethan hadn't packed a single item to wear that day; instead he had left a pile of random clothes lying around.

Not that it bothered me, of course, I just didn't know whether to laugh at him or hit him. Luckily, we had found something that would fit his size.

"Here, take these shorts." I handed him the clothes and pointed to the pile of jeans in front of him.

"Ok, thanks." He smiled slightly as he took the clothes from my hand and headed over to the bed, beginning to unpack everything in his suitcase.

I picked up the phone and dialled Mum's number.

"Hi, honey. Is everything okay? A