Under pressure

30: The road to Nationals (Part 1)

Betty's POV

"Betty, hurry up!" FP yells.

I run down the stairs with my sunscreen and wetsuit.

"How do you always forgot the most important things?" Jug smirks.

"Shut up," I chuckle and put them into my bag.

I hand my bag to FP and he takes it. Jelly hugs me the last time and I hug her back.

"You're gonna do great," she says.

I smile and kiss her hair, "Thanks. See you in a week, okay?"

She nods, kinda sadly. I chuckle and kiss her hair one more time.

Cher comes back inside after taking some stuff out.

"Guys, great news," she says, "Jordan's competition is on Wednesday, 14PM, not before, meaning we can sleep."

I smile and ruffle her hair, making her push me away. I chuckle, "BYE!" I shout to everyone in the living room.

"Get us some food from Australia, will you!" Sweet yells back. I walk on the living room door.

"If you get more package with that stufd, then you're not eating all of it by yourself," I warm him.

"Yeah yeah," he smirks.

I narrow my eyes at him and look at everyobe, "Be safe," I say and then go out of our home.

They're all in the car already, except for FP. He shuts the trunk, "Sit on someone's lap then," he smirks.

I chuckle and walk to Jug's door. I open it and he smiles. I climb onto his lap and close it after me.

"You comfty?" he asks.

"Not yet, you take yours first," I say.

He moves a little, so he's a little turned to face Cher and Chic, Jug's back against the door.

I smile and drop my flip-flops on the floor. I pull my legs onto Jug's lap as well and sit so that my back is totally against the window. I snuggle my side into him and rest my ead onto his shoulder. He smiles and wraps his arms around me.

"Have fun driving like this for 36 hours," Jordan smirks, looking at us on the backseat. It's 36 hours, since we live in Florida, but the competition is in San Diego.

I roll my eyes. "He's more comftorable to sit on than your seat," I throw back.

They laugh at me. "That's not so bad, just... It's 30 degrees outside and I can smell everyone sweating," Cher says.

"Dad, can you put the air conditioning on?" Jug asks, sweat literally dripping off of his forehead. I pull it away with the back of my hand and then into Cheryl's shirt.

"Ew," she laughs, "Why is my sister so gross?"

"Why is MY sister so gross," Chic smirks.

"She's mine too, stop cutting her into half," Jordan says as sFP starts driving. He laughs at all of us.

"Hey, are you sure you can stay up that long?" I ask FP worriedly.