Good to You

8

(Josh's POV)

The airport was hell. I brought the hoodie strings closed. "I feel pre jet lag," I admitted to Taylor. Starting to regret my decision to go. "How do you do this?!" There was a lot of guys around her and one was apparently told to watch out for me, but I shooed him twice so I could walk with Taylor.

"Because I tour more than you, Ramsay." Taylor smiled and kissed me sweetly. "Plus you won't get into trouble on this tour."

"Shush about the drunk truck story." I added and kissed her again, and her cousin Abby laughed. We got on the plane and were on our way overseas.

There was about five rows of people all associated with the tour - Taylor and me sat together, Abby and her boyfriend and their very cute daughter who also made me want a cute adorable kid even though I despises little kids.

I heard crying and covered my ears."lovely, there's a screaming kid. Thank god Cali's littler than that."

"Josh just ignore it," Taylor added and laughed. "I usually do. But you don't like little kids when they're noisy, right."

"I rank noisy kids a level below some people on my hate list," I shrugged. "And crazy ex girlfriends are on that hate list."

"I used to not like anything that was rock, but you changed that. But I don't like rock all that much and you don't like country all that much either," Taylor laughed. "How did we wind up together?"

"I don't know, we're good for each other and shit. Sorry about that, I'm also not the most perfect guy and I got a girl like you. I'm kinda wanting to keep it they way now that I have you again." I played with a strand of Taylor's hair. She had her head on my chest.