We mostly hung out as a group that day, nothing special.
Two days later~
"Are you exited?!" Austin asked bouncing around as we boarded our flight, "not really, I hate planes" I muttered and he sighed before walking over to remington and saying something.
I found my place next to the window, the boys insisted we got first class, dorks.
I looked out the window zoning out into my thoughts when I felt Remington kiss my cheek, "nervous? " he asked and I nodded.
"Its okay, I'm right here" he said grabbing my hand, he didn't let go the whole flight, I felt a little safer.
God I hate flying.
After the flight I was first off the plane and I raced Sebastian to the suitcases.
I felt paranoid though, I don't know why, my dad is in jail, I'm safe.
Why do I feel paranoid?
