For You {Before You Exit} -Book One-

Chapter Eleven

                                             ••Grace's P.O.V••

As soon as my phones alarm blares, I get up and have a quick shower. Once I'm done I put on an orange romper, beaded earrings and tan sandals with an orange strap (outfit on the side). After I finish packing for the rest of tour, I grab my sunglasses and text Connor.

To: Condork ;P

Hey, I just finished packing, can you help me with my bags?

As I wait for him to reply, I pull up Twitter on my phone.

From: Condork ;P

Yeah sure, Riley and I will be over in five.

A few minutes later there's a knock on the door, it's too much work to go down the stairs so if it's Connor and Riley then I figure they'll just come in. As soon as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I know it's them.

"Aye squirt!" Riley cheers.

"Hey!" I reply in a sing-song voice.

"These your bags?" Connor asks.

"No, I just packed clothes in a suitcase for fun." I say sarcastically.

"Ha ha, very funny." He remarks.

"Okay, Connor will take your bags and I'll take you."

"Wha-" I question but Riley cuts me off. He picks me up and walks out the door.

"Uh Riley?"

"Yes?" he asks.

"You forgot my crutches... and my cast." He looks down at my foot then nods, his mouth forms into the shape of an 'O' before we walk back into my room. Connor hands them to me, then he picks up my bags and follows us downstairs. We stop on the front porch while Connor uses the spare key and locks the door, placing it back in it's hiding spot after. While he puts my bags in the bus, Riley takes me inside and sets me down on the couch. He walks into the kitchen and comes back out holding a 'Peppy Mocha' and a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino, he hands me my drink then sits beside me.

"How'd you know when I was coming over?" I ask.

"I didn't, Connor picked this up for you when he went this morning and put it in the fridge for when you actually came over." he answers sipping his drink.

"I see, he wrote my name in capital letters all over the cup."

"Yeah, that's him."

"Toby still sleeping?" I ask, he nods.

"We'll have to get him up within the next half hour because I'm pretty sure he didn't pack last night after the show." I nod then continue sipping my drink.

"I'm going to go get Toby up." Connor announces coming inside and walking up the stairs.

"Pfft, good luck with that. " Riley says.

"Hey, don't say that. Maybe he's in a good mood this morning." I say doubting the words that just came out of my mouth. He shrugs.

                                        ••Connor's P.O.V••

 When I walk upstairs, Toby is lazily packing his clothes.

"Hey you're up bro!"

"Obviously." he says annoyed.

"Okay, honestly dude? What is your problem?" I sit on the end of his bed and face him as he packs some shoes away. He stops and looks up at me.

"My problem?" he scoffs. "What is your problem? Every time I'm with you, you do something to annoy me. Why? Do you like seeing me mad? Because if you do, keep doing what you're doing. It sure is working." He goes to his closet and grabs out couple jackets.