Jessica's pov
I woke up and looked at my phone.
2:16 am
"ugh" I groaned quietly.
I gently got out of the bed without waking Logan up. I went to the bathroom and peed. When I was down I put my hoodie on and crawled back into Logan's arms. He readjusted himself so he was holding me tight.
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Ugh what is this?
Get off!
Who's bothering me?
Oh my God, just let me sleep.
Fine, I'm up!
I woke up to Logan kissing me all over my face.
"Ew" I pushed him off playfully.
"We have to go the the airport baby" Logan said sitting next to me.
"Do you have gum?" I asked rubbing my eyes.
"Yeah, why?" He asked.
"I'm not brushing my teeth, it will give me more time to sleep" I said putting my face under the pillow.
"No, wake up!" Logan yelled pulling it away.
I started fake crying.
"Oh, babe?" Logan asked looking at my face.
"I'm so tired" I fake cried.
"Oh God, get up! You can sleep on the plane I promise" He pulled the covers off of me.
I stood up and went to the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and did a new ponytail. I put some chapstick on and laid on the bed scrolling through the Snapchat story so on my phone.
"We have to leave in six minutes" Logan kicked my foot.
"Get off RAT" I kicked his foot away.
I stood up and put my headphones on with my charger wrapped around my neck. Logan Carried his and Alissa's bag to the luggage cart while I carried mine because I will never trust anyone with my bags unless it's my shadow or my reflection.
I held my carryon bag the whole time, because everything I needed was in there. We traveled downstairs and packed everything into one van as everyone else did. We had two cans because everyone's stuff needed extra space.
I sat with Logan, Alissa, and Leo as usual. With Cameron, Nash, Nate, Alex, and both Jacks also in our car. As Logan walked past me to reach something he knocked over my fucking bag. Like wow. Are you kidding me?
"Logan, do you know how much money I spent on this fucking bag?" I asked trying to keep my cool.
"Haha Logan you fucked up!" Alex yelled from behind us, followed by laughter.
"Logan this is a $5,590 dollar Gucci needlepoint duffle bag with a web" I said spinning the ring around my finger.
"And unless you would like to watch me faint and break into even more pieces let's just not touch" I scolded him with humor like 95 year old woman.c
"Okay, sorry" he laughed
What's so funny? Unless his laugh is worth almost $6,000 dollars, why is he laughing?
When we got to the airport I had my security carry all my bags except my carry on.
"Can you kind of like, stand by the side of me so people don't see my butt?" I asked my security gaurd pulling down my shorts.
"I have sweatpants in my backpack" Logan said.
He turned around and I pulled them out of his bag and zipped it back.
