Ben's Baby Sister (A Sky Flaherty love story) [IN EDITING]

Travel Day and New Feelings

Sky's POV: 

(A/N HAHA SKY GETS A CHAPTER!!!! YOUR WELCOME!!!! P.S. I'M SAD BC I'M LISTENING TO SANTA FE AND CRUTCHIE JUST SAID WATCH ME STAND WATCH ME RUN😭 ENJOY THE CHAPTER!)

I was awoken much earlier than I had hoped for by someone jumping on my bed. 

"Morning boys!" The familiar voice of Madi called. "Get up, you lazy bums! It's travel day! We're going to Boston!"

"You know, M, It's kind of hard to get up when you're on top of me," I groaned. "So, if you move, maybe I can meet your demands."

"I don't wanna move," She sighed. "I'm comfy."

"Well, I'm not," I responded.

"You're mean!" She whined, climbing off of me.

"Okay, Madi, get out of our room. We need to change," Ben said. "And give me back my sweatshirt!"

"I'll do the first one now," Madi said. "You'll get your sweatshirt back when we get to Boston."

Ben groaned as Madi shut the door. I chuckled at the banter between the two siblings and got up and dressed. I put on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a zip-up hoodie. As I was tying my shoes, Ben came out of the bathroom wearing the exact same outfit I was wearing, just in a different color. Upon seeing each other, we both burst out laughing. Then, Josh walked in, wearing the same outfit in a brand new color. He joined in our laughter. 

After we calmed down from our laughing fit and finished packing, Madi came back in.

"I think I need glasses! I'm seeing triples!" She joked.

The four of us chuckled. Ben and I grabbed our bags and brought them down to the tour bus. After loading up our luggage, we went and sat down. Ben sat down with Josh, and Madi and I sat across from them. Madi pulled out her phone and started listening to music on her earbuds. She sat there, humming to her music and reading a book. 

I grabbed my phone and started scrolling Instagram.

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After about an hour, I turned to see that Madi had fallen asleep. I grabbed her book, putting her bookmark on the page she was open to, and turned her music off, grabbing her earbuds. I put her phone, earbuds, and book in her backpack and grabbed her the pillow and blanket she had brought along. I put the pillow under her head, leaning her seat back. Then, I covered her with her blanket.

I smiled at the girl. Her long, wavy, red hair was in two dutch braids down her back, and her lips were pulled into a small smile. 

And that was the moment it hit me:

I had fallen for Madison Cook. Hard.