Adopted By Shyland

Shane (Part 12)

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Ken." I picked her up, and dropped her again on the bed. She had come into me and Ryland's room last night, complaining she didn't feel good. "Ken, baby. We gotta go, pack a bag."

"Where are we going because I don't wanna." I laughed.

"Just pack and come downstairs. We're gonna have fun." I promised, and ushered her off into her room.

So here's what happened. I thought we needed a break, so that break turned into a video idea. So, long story short, Kendra, Ryland, Garrett, Andrew, Morgan, and I are on the ten am flight to New York City.

I woke up Ryland too, he already knew we were going, so I asked him to make sure Morgan was up, and that she would be packing. It was only 6, and I knew making sure Garrett was ready would be hell, so I called him before Andrew.

"Hi Shane." He greeted, his voice still rough.

"Hey Garrett, could you be at my house in like an hour? With like a bag for 3 or 4 days?" I heard him stand up.

"Yeah, yeah is Kendra okay?"

"Oh, yeah she's okay, We're going somewhere fun."

"Okay. See you then." He replied, and hung up.

I went into the kitchen, and made Ryland, Kendra, and Morgan coffee, knowing they would all be complaining. I stuck one of the K cups in and pulled out they camera.

"Hey guys! It's 6:15 in the morning and we have a 10 am flight, I'm not gonna say where we're going yet, but Kendra, Ryland and Morgan are not happy with how early the flight is." I walked to the living room. "Kendra didn't feel well last night, she came into me and Ryland's room and ended up going back to sleep there, and I don't know if she's ever flown before, so I'm kind of worried about her."

I heard Kendra come down the stairs, with a suitcase, Ryland had bought it for just in case, and a blanket wrapped around her.

"Speaking of the angel." I turned the camera to her.

"Did you make coffee?" She asked ignoring my comment.

"There's some on the counter." I told her. "Are you dressed, or are you still wearing pajamas?"

"I'm dressed." She said, from the kitchen. Kendra walked back into the living room and sat next to me. "Where are we going?" She asked, and I shrugged, and smiled at the camera.

"Garrett's coming." I added.

"Really! I love Garrett." She exclaimed, "He's my best friend."

"Hey!" I said, offended.

"What time will Garrett be here?"

"7 ish. What did you pack?"

Kendra shrugged, "You didn't tell me so I just threw in whatever?" I laughed, as she began to list items, "A couple pairs of skinny jeans, some leggings, sweats, like 5 shirts, phone charger, deodorant, my Vans, and I'm wearing my Nike's."

"You should be okay."

Kendra hummed something that sounded like an okay, then set her coffee on the table.