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No matter how many times a plane is flown I will be scared of it. Flying to America, the relatively close destination had me terrified, a little. Despite all of this though Jaren was at my side. Holding my hand and giving me lots of hugs.
The car was a little quiet but we played the music on my phone and continued. When I had an idea that Jaren wouldn't know how to react to. My hand fell to the radio and I turned it off. The silence was unusual and at the peak of silence, my hand residing on the volume still, I spoke.
"I like your face." I had confused him and as he went to ask about it I turned the music up and pretended not to notice him at all as he tried to speak to me.
After a little longer in the car, we pulled over to grab food. Jaren climbed out and I began raiding the car. Countless booklets on what to do if we break down. As I saw Jaren on his way back I set up my phone to play music and didn't even listen. I had some chicken and chips to eat.
"Really? U'rite?" The song had been Vanoss' for a while but he had moved on since then and I didn't know what to say. I forgot I had the song. What made Jaren pretend to be a little more mad was, when he skipped it the next song was Nursery. John's song.
"I take delight in vexing you." He handed me all of our food and then climbed in. Picking up his phone and taking a picture. Not too long later my phone buzzed. It was me. In the car, with all our food.
The group chat would surely be excited to know we were on our way but I was done with his tomfoolery.
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"Fuck off Jaren you piece of shit." Jaren then laughed and tried to go for his food but I put my hand out. Stopping him and I pressed the engine button. The car began and I told him to drive. By pointing.
As the food was eaten I noticed Jaren hadn't said anything and so I began to feed him. A single-chip at a time. The potato was highly salted and warm.
"I can feed myself." I pretended not to hear what he said and placed a handful of chips into his mouth and he couldn't handle them.
"It's more fun this way. Besides, you can't even handle a few chips at once anyway. I'm sorry if you feel like you can. You can't." His hand stretched out and grabbed mine. Then he placed the hand of my chips to my mouth and I had to chew them all down. Only, I did it. He hadn't expected that.
"Are you some kind of monster?" I laughed at him and took a picture. Sending it to the group.
The boys were all there already. Both of our phones had been going crazy as people had spoken. Just as that message came through to Jaren he moved to pick up his phone and read it. He knew something was going on with the boys as they had been messaging for the whole journey in the car.
"No. This is not safe. I can read the message for you but you aren't killing us because of a lousy message." Reluctantly and hesitantly his phone was given over and I slipped it into a safe place. My bra.
"Where did you just put my phone?" I gave a slurp in response and then looked forward in a pointed manner. He was clearly finding it funny but his face was forced into a scowl.
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"You need to have your hair cut. It's getting long and Jaren does not suit a fringe." My hands ran across his forehead as I wiped at his fringe. My nails tickling him slightly.
"No fair. You know I can't win an argument if you touch me." I smacked his arm and he laughed some more.
"Mock all you want but I was fast asleep at that point. You, however, watched it for an age after." I drank some more and put on a song again. One that would make him react again.
"Are you going to play all of the themes that I do not have? I mean, Vanoss, John, Scotty and now another Vanoss one. Screw you to heck." I oofed and pretended to be hurt by his words. Making him mock me even more.
We had been laughing and joking for a long time when we pulled up. Making it to the house we rented. The front door was closed but it was unlocked and the few bags we did have were brought in. Only, as we walked in I saw the others were all in the entrance hall before us.
"Where's Smii7y, bitch?" Jaren was stood just behind me and I gave a 'really?' look to Tyler as he looked at me expectantly whilst multiple cameras caught my eye.
"He's just behind me you piece of shit." As I stepped aside a struggling Jaren entered for the crowd to see. They all barraged him with silent questions and he just looked at me from the side.
"Can I have my phone?" Jaren asked after he had placed the bags down and walked all the way over to me. I looked fully confused until I realised and gave him a cheeky face.
"I don't know. Can you?" He took a deep and loud breath in as if he was actually angry but his face and body told me otherwise. He was trying not to laugh.
"Try me, bitch." He towered over me. Slowly inching closer and trying to faux intimate me.
"I tried. Still haven't bought it yet." His face was a baffled one. Neither of us sure how far we would end up going with it all until I gave in and pulled his phone out. The others had been watching the whole time.
"So you guys gonna fuck now?" Tyler was not one to be subtle. I winked at John and a strut was used to get to him.
"Only if John joins in. I need something a lot bigger than half an inch." John hugged me in a laugh and I hugged him back. Glad of his happy response.
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