"You're so lucky, you're going to Australia." Nikita plopped her chin on her palms, with her tummy flat on the bed, throwing her legs up in the air. 

"How's that anyhow lucky?" I wondered, folding my clothes into my travel bag. 

"How isn't it?" Her phone chirped in front of her and she picked it up. Slowly, her face flooded red. 

"What's that now?" I smirked at her. 

"Nothing I'd like you to know about yet." She giggled, rolling over to her back with her phone still in front of her face. 

"That's not so nice." I faked a frown, zipping the travel bag close. 

"Just shut up and resume...