American Singers.

[3] Private jet? More like flying house.

3rd POV-+-+ (Luka)

   The dark haired (h/c)nette let out a sigh as he pushed his younger twin inside the passage way first. Ya know, besides knowing that Luxury Tower is going to Japan as well, he's actually pretty excited to go to Japan. Mostly because he gets to reunite with his old pals again.

*cough *cough Bellaire, Snipe, Best Jeanist and Present Mic *cough *cough

   Sure, the second oldest of the Rico's was a bit peeved by the presence of Luxury Tower but he kinda had a gut feeling something like this would happen, so he let it slide. A small, gentle smile formed its way on the second oldest lips at the thought of his friends. He was so happy to see his friends that he nearly bursted with excitement just at the thought of seeing them. Gosh.. How long has it been since he's seen his favourite North Western hero, Snipe? To long. Way to long if he couldn't remember how long it's been.

And Best Jeanist. Maybe he finally has those clothes he promised he would get Luka. And Luka's loud friend, Present Mic. Gosh... He can't wait to see them.

And Bellaire.

   Sweet, sweet, Bellaire. Oh, you have no idea how much Luka missed his old pal when he left. He (nearly) cried his heart and soul out. The second oldest couldn't help but wonder how all his buddies were doing. Just saying that he was gonna see them made Luka worse than a giddy child on Christmas. He was to excited. He couldn't contain it anymore.

1st POV-+-+ Y/n

   I let out an embarrassing yelp as Luka wrapped his left arm around my neck in a choke hold. "Lulu..?" I called out to my brother. He wasn't squeezing my neck so hard that I couldn't breathe so I could talk just fine but, he did have a firm grip. "Sorry, just excited." My twin apologized as he let go of my neck. ' So when your excited, you put people in a choke hold?' I thought to myself as I rubbed my sore neck. "Your weird." I replied as I walked ahead of Luka. "I'm related to you, what do you expect."

   I let out a soft, forced, chuckle as I ran my fingers through my light, (hair type), (h/c), hair. I whipped out my pastel sunglasses and put them on. The world around me turned (favorite pastel color) as we got closer to our black jet that had our logo engraved on the side. Probably both sides if I'm guessing. How huge was this thing? It was longer than ten limos.

   "This is it." Luka said, patting my shoulder as he stared at the huge, long, black jet. "Agreed." Dominic responded. Although it wasn't really necessary for him to. "Ladies first~" I teased as I gently (pushed) ushered my youngest brother into the jet. "I'm so done with you, Y/n." Dominic snarled as he glared at me. All I did was hum and walk in behind him. Followed by my twin and then my oldest brother, Aron.

"I swear, I don't know how mom put.. up... with....you..woah."

   I didn't even pay attention to Dominic's litte rant about how he was 'so done with me'. "Is thi...is this rEaLlY a jet..?!" I questioned/yelled as me and my brothers stared in awe at the inside our jet. Well...more like the door to the inside of our jet. "This can't be ours.." Luka trailed off as he stared at the smooth, oak wood entrance to our hom- I mean..jet. "They must be tripping..." Aron commented as he stared at the door.

"Welp, I'm not standing here all day!"