tw: this one is just a really long- like it takes ages to read. MY BAD MY BADD
i had no idea where i was going with this. it seems like a running theme with most of my books-
DIDNT PROOF READDDDD, SORRY X —————————————————— When we arrived at the jet-airport car park, we waited around to see if there were any paparazzi that had found our location. To our surprise, no one actually knew we were here, and so we could walk with our bodyguard (whose cars I recognised from a mile before we even parked.) A young gentleman in a pristine suit came and opened the car door for me with a small flourish. "Just this way, miss y/n swift," he said, slightly bowing with a very polite manor.
'swift-LAUTNER' I thought, but I kept that to myself.
The young man took my hand and lead me out of the car, then did the same for mom. Parked in the shade, by some trees, was the signature dark blue Mercedes that Joe always drives. A small grin spread across my face as I spotted it. "Momma, Joe's here!" I said with an elated smile. Taylor returned the smile but it seemed a bit forced. I didn't question it. Maybe she was just, tired?
A flood of bodyguards led us through security, checking all of our bags about five or six times, then we were escorted to a private take off runway where we literally got to watch the jet land. It was pretty fucking awesome if you ask me.
My bags were carried in by three burly men who didn't break a sweat, hauling my bags up the like, 35 steps of the jet. We were assigned these absolutely beautifully comfy seats that felt like clouds when you sat in them. I made myself comfortable and then I asked my mom:
"Where's Joe?"
She was plaiting her hair, but she stopped dead for a moment, and gave me a soft but unsettling glare. "He...won't be flying with us..." She said very slowly, choosing her words carefully as so not to arise any suspicion. Which in fact did not work.
"Why not..mom," I began quietly, almost a bit worried. Taylor opened her mouth to reply but she couldn't find the right words.
"It's nothing important y/n swift." replied a familiar soft voice. Hearing my full name alarmed me and I perked up and searched for the source of the voice. I lovely brunette came and took a seat beside me patting my thigh firmly.
"AUNTIE SEL!!!" I beamed from ear to ear and she kissed my head affectionately.
"Hey, hon!!" She laughed, pulling me into a side hug and kissing me again. "You excited to be going back to New York?"
My smile twitched a little. "mmm, kinda...I miss dad's house..." I hesitated, and no-one really said anything.
"Hm," Selena said softly after a moment, glancing at Taylor while I wasn't looking as if to say 'you have told her, yet??' and Taylor replied with a soft shrug and went back to plaiting her hair. Selena squinted at Tay, suspicion in her eyes, but she focused back on me.
"Rue lives in New York," Sel smirked. "We can go see her when we get there, hm? How's that sound?"
The thought of seeing my best friend in the world made me smile, even though I really didn't want to smile. I wanted to be able to sulk and sigh and huff and be a bit of a dickhead. But the thought of seeing Ruby made me smile to myself.
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—————————————————— about twenty minutes passed and the jet was due to take off in 5 more minutes. I sat impatiently, trying to suppress my annoyance and anticipation. Two minutes to board left and a familiar aroma filled the plane. Before I could register it mom's face made a bit of a pissed expression and some recognisable footsteps trotted up the stairs.
"HEY, KIDDO!" Cried Joe, stepping through the jet doors. I stupid amount of glee shone on my face.
"JOE?? I THOUGHT YOU WERENT COMING???" I beamed, leaping from my seat and jumping into his arms for a Koala hug.
"Oh, is that what momma said, hm?" He said skeptically, with suspicious raised eyebrows, trying to make eye contact with Taylor, who focused on her finished plait.
Selena visibly face palmed and holding Taylor's hand, she stroked her knuckles softly with her thumb.
An unsettling chill (that to be honest, I didn't even really notice) filled the jet for a moment, before Joe set me down and sat beside Taylor, placing a hand on her thigh, gingerly. Taylor almost batted his hand away by reflex but she stifled her huff and accepted his hand placement.
That's when i realised there was something REALLY wrong... (yeah- only then.)
