Whistler.

Five.

Beth~

I'm truly happy about staying with Scott. Alone. Together. Happy.

"The house is kinda big for 2 people but I think it will work."

"It will."

I know he said that the house was big but he forgot beautiful. White and black. I love it. There was another car in the drive way, ignoring it I got out going to get my suitcases.

"I'll get it." He laughs as I jump, I hit his chest, staring at him. "You're staring again."

"Well aware Scooter."

Scott~

I smile at her fondly taking the two suitcases inside, she insisted on taking the one with Neal.

"Ok good, your here." Kirstie surprises me as she comes from the kitchen Jeremy following. "How about a double date?"

"Ew." Beth says behind me.

"It'll be fun!"

"Ew." She repeats. I but my lip to keep from laughing.

"Please?" Kirstie begs looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Ew, but fine." The small woman attacks her in a hug pulling her down the hall.

"I have matching outfits and everything."

"I agreed to go with Scott not you." I laugh quietly, smiling at Jeremy.

"Was that Beth?"

"In the flesh." I smile to myself thinking of her.

"She's something."

"Very." A comfortable silence comes over us as we hear laughing.

Beth~

"I was planning this with Tori so that's why it's a little small in the....chesticle area." I laugh loudly. Walking in the bathroom to change. When I walk back into to the living room Scott smiles at me still making my heart stop for a split second. He's perfect.

"Where to?" Scott asks Kirstie.

"Surprise."

I nod looking at all of them. Jeremy is very nice, and attractive. Don't tell Scott I said that. Kirstie is still so excited about all of this. Scott, I've missed him so much it's crazy. He's the biggest sweetheart.

We pile in the car, Jeremy and Kirstie in the front while me and Scott are in the back.

I'm nervous. This is the first official date for me and Scott, not to much pressure.

Scott~

Her leg is shaking lightly. Does she only do that when she's nervous? I reach for her hand, like I did on the plane, stopping her leg.

The little things she does always kill me.

Smiling the tiniest bit at a tree, or a random person. Or just smiling at me. I never felt like this before when we were dating. Maybe I have stronger feelings for her. Maybe.