Whistler.

Four.

Outfit for plane^^

Beth~

I haven't eaten in awhile and I'm certainly not hungry. It's my last day here and I couldn't be happier. Kirstie went with my mom to get me an outfit although I wanted one of Scott's big sweaters. I've been doing these walking therapy things to help my leg not spaz our when I walk around. Life so far has been good, minus almost dying and the bullshit with Jacob. My brother had another daughter who is beautiful which doesn't make sense when he looks like poo. Props go to the wife. I still hate kids, I won't when I'm married and want to have little halves of me and the person I love. (Creds to Instagram for that) Me and Scott have been fantastic, he's sweeter than I remember.

"I brought you glasses!" Kirstie says with a pile of clothes in her arms. "Well go get dressed and we'll go from there!" She hands me the clothes closing the door. I get up my leg wobbling as I walk to the large bathroom. I change putting on my glasses. I can finally read that's good, I walk out seeing Jacob.

"You look amazing." I roll my eyes putting Neal over my shoulders, he grabs my arm making me face him. I punch him in the nose bumping into Scott.

"That was awesome."

"Bitch." He growls.

"Jackass." I reply back walking out of the room adjusting Neal on my shoulders.

"Do you want me to carry Neal for you?" I look up at him smiling.

"It's fine." I shift my weight putting most of it on my bad leg. Idiot. I stumble, Scott catching me.

"I think I'll carry you instead."

"I'm fine with that." He rolls his eyes picking me up bridal style, I hold on to Neal's squishy paws seeing his body hit Scott's as he walks. "I love you." I mumble in his neck.

"I love you." He replies back walking outside.

"What about Neal?"

"We'll figure something out."

We ended up stuffing him in another suitcase.

"It's like putting a kid in one." I say earning laughs.

"I think you would do that." My brother says.

"I most likely would."

"Let's goooooo!" Kirstie whines heading to the hotel door. We leave the hotel at 1:30 having to he there 4, Kevin insisted on being really early like he always is. Since my brother lives in la and always had clothes at my parents he said he would count Neal as his own luggage.

*On the plane*

I sat next to Scott and Mitch, while Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie are behind us and my brother, his wife and their daughter are in front of us. My leg bounces up and down impatiently waiting to take off.

"Have you been singing lately?" Mitch asks looking from the window.

"Not really."

"You should." I smile looking forward my leg still bouncing. Out of the coroner of my eye I see Scott staring at me.

"You staring."

"Using my words against me?"

"Always." He grabs my hand steadying my leg a for once.

*After landing. (I'm lazy af)*

We walk out of the gate out little group sticking close together. I love these guys so much, they're my second family.

I feel like I'm being watched, I look behind me meeting eyes with a tall guy in all black, he winks at me making me shudder.

Everything is cool. Just fine.

Just fine.

Just.

Fine.

"I love you a lot." My brother hugs me snapping me out of my thoughts. "I will kill him if he does anything to you." He whispered the last part making me laugh.

"If I tell you." He pulls away looking at me sternly.

"You better."

"We'll see." I shrug walking to Scott wrapping my hand around his arm. He took the Neal suitcase in his other hand.

I can still feel eyes on me, it's probably nothing.

Austin~

"She's walking out with Scott and the others now."

"Follow her, make sure to make it seem normal."

"You did have us wear all black."

"Fine whatever get normal clothes, just do whatever you can to split them up."

"What will you do to her?" My voice shaky.

"It's not her-him." With that he hangs up making me again regret this whole thing.

SHITTTTTT GOT REAL SERIOUS.

DAMN BRAIN YOU BE DOIN FINE TODAY.

LITERALLY NEVER AGAIN BETH, NEVER AGAIN.

NEVER SAY NEVER!!!!!!!!!!

OMFG SEND HELP NOW.

I ALREADY MADE THE COVER FOR THE NEXT BOOK.

ITS CALLED:

THE WHISTLERS KIDS.

YOU KNOW CUZ WHISTLER WHISTLES. RING A BELL? NO? OK, ILL LEAVE.

NOT TILL 800 WORDS!!!!!!

OCD IS A BITCH SOMETIMES.

MY FRIENDS CALL ME THE OCD QUEEN.

I WILL LITERALLY ORGANIZE ANY STACK OF PAPERS.

AGHHHHHHH LIFE.

-BETH ❤️