The Story of Us || g.d.

~31~

"We're here!" I'm shaken awake by Ethan. I swear this kid never sleeps.

"Ah." I rub my eyes and stand up, seeing Grayson grabbing our carry ons. There was a line of people already trying to exit the plane.

"What are we supposed to do?" I mutter to Ethan.

He laughs and puts his hands on my shoulders. "We just wait for the line to die down or slip in when someone lets us."

"Okay." I nod and fumble with phone, sliding it into my pocket.

"Don't worry." Grayson looked at me softly. "We'll be out of here in no time."

I bit my lip and stood on my tip toes to glance at how long the line was. I really wasn't used to this. I barely remember the plane ride. I believe I was asleep the entire time.

I feel Grayson grab my hand, giving it a squeeze. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and intertwine my fingers with his. I see him grin and smile myself.

"Go ahead, kids." An elderly couple glances at us and nods.

"Thank you." Grayson smiles. I smile at them as well, Ethan trailing behind.

We walk off the airplane and into the bustling airport.

"Home sweet, home." Ethan stands on my other side and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "What do you say, guys? Hit the beach when we get home?"

I shrug, glancing up at Grayson.

"I have a couple things to do with Mom." Gray looks down at me sadly.

"We can still go." E nudges me. "You down?"

"Of course." I nod and take a deep breath. "Show me Jersey."

"Ay, let's get our suitcases." Grayson tugs me towards the baggage claim with Ethan shuffling with us, his arm still over my shoulders.

"You're too fast, Gray." E chuckles.

"You're too slow." G rolls his eyes back.

"I'm being dragged." I groan and rip my hand away from Grayson.

"Sorry." G sighs. "I'll go get our things. You can sit at the bench by the bathrooms."

I turn to see where he pointed and go to say that I'll go with him, only to see that he has already left. "I think he's mad at me for not telling him about what happened last night." I swallow and walk towards the benches.

"Don't beat yourself up. It's not your fault and he will understand when you actually can tell him." Ethan gives me a reassuring smile as we sit on the bench.

A couple girls stop in their path and gape at Ethan. They rush over and hug him, some giving me a small smile.

"Can we get a picture?" They look hopefully at Ethan.

"Yeah, no problem." He begins his process of taking pictures as I sit off on the side. I soon see Grayson coming, a grin as he notices all the supporters.

"Trinity?" A girl blocks my view of Grayson.

"Uh, yeah?" I look up at her and realize she is really pretty. She looks like Ally.

"I don't think you're good enough for either of the twins."

I frown. "I don't think you should talk to me that way."

"I think you should kill yourself." She laughs and walks away.

Images of the day in Cameron's bathroom pop into my brain as I recall what she has just said. I take a deep breath as my breathing gets more shallow. All the pills. On the floor.