Since the edit's taking so long, I decided to take my mind off it for a bit and make this. It's for my old music teacher. Hope you like it! :D

(IDK why it's sideways. Tell me in the comments if it's sideways to you)

Alli's POV

I glance between the two, staring to feel like it was a bad idea of me to introduce them.

"Weston," I whisper, sitting next to him, "Do you know him?"

"Plenty well." He mutters, not taking his eyes off of Jacob's.

I sit in silence as Weston shoves his foot into his shoe, glaring at Jacob every so often.

He's changed since I dated him. Now, Jacob's self-centered, even more famous than Weston, and has a single named, "Sweatshirt." I hate the song, he can't even sing right!! He sounds like a dying whale.

Weston abruptly gets up, pulling me with him. "Alli, you are not to see him, interact with him, or even think about him again, do you understand?"

"Weston," I say, "Why in the world are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous!" He sighs, "Don't you see? He's trying to get you back together with him! You're mine, and I can't lose you."

I stare at his paranoid self. "He isn't trying to do anything. All he was doing was saying hello!" I try to keep my voice hushed.

I glare over at Jacob. If he wasn't here, none of this would be happening. We would be sitting in Starbucks, eating. Eating delicious cake balls. But thanks to Jacob, we're fighting instead.

I hang my head, closing my eyes, "Weston," I say softly, "Would I ever cheat on you?"

"I wouldn't think so." He admits.

"Then trust me, please." I beg.

He stares into my pleading eyes, a small smile forming on his beautiful face, "I have and will always trust you."

I hug him, smiling. After a moment, I pull back and ask, "Starbucks?"

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I just love that bunny that leaves that there NicoleXXdance 😂
Okay, on with the story! 😂😂

I take a bite out of the birthday cake ball, savoring the tantalizing flavor of sugar.

Weston chuckles, taking a sip of his latte as we walk to the port.

It turns out, Weston's parents weren't following us. But instead, they were already there, waiting for us.

"We were worried sick!" Mrs. Koury cried. Kaylyn shook her head disapprovingly.

"But I thought-" Weston stammered, pointing behind him blindlessly. I nudge him, looking down at his pocket where his phone rested.

He sighs, and pulls his phone from his pocket. He turns it on and sure enough, there were 18 missed calls from Kaylyn, 46 messages from Kaylyn, and a bunch of snapchats from, you guessed it, Kaylyn.

"I-I guess my phone w-was on s-silent."

"You think?" Kaylyn snaps at Weston.

"Guys, I think the plane is planning on leaving soon." I point in the direction of the doors to the plane.

"Oh, right! Let's get a move on, Koury's!" Weston's dad half yells.

Weston, Kaylyn and I roll our eyes at that and follow along.

The flight attendant takes our tickets one by one and we quickly enter the plane.

Weston and I find a spot by a window with no one else in it, lucky us. And it just happened to be only 2 seats! How awesome is that?!

Just to the right of us were 2 girls that looked about my age. They seem friendly enough. In front of us was an old couple with who I think is they're granddaughter.

I glance back over at the girls. They looked like the best of friends. They reminded me of my friends back in Texas... I decided to wait to talk to them after the plane took off.

Lucky for me, I got the seat closet to the isle.

"Blah.... Blah blah safety..... Connect here... Blah blah blah.... Have a nice trip!" The flight attendant blabbed.

And that's when I saw him out of the corner of my eye...

Jacob was sitting on the other side of the plane, a few seats forward.

My eyes widen and my hand tries to find Weston's hand. But instead, my hand lands where his you-know-what is.

I look over, pulling my hand back and gasping after I saw where I put it, "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" I whisper yell to Weston.

He just shrugs it off, saying, "No worries." And then he giggles.

He giggles, then starts silently laughing, while I'm just staring in confusion.

He settles down after a while, and by then we're allowed to take off our seat belts and walk around.

Now, I tell myself, Go meet the girls (A/N) Okay, is it just me or did that sound like a Mission Impossible thing? 😂😂

I get up, walking over to the girls, trying to forget the gut feeling of nervousness.

Once I walk up to them, I wave saying a small and shy, "Hello there." With a smile.

"Hi! Did we do something wrong?" The closest one to me asks.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to meet you gals. You look quite friendly." I beam.

"Oh, well then." She starts. "The name's Nikki. And you are.....?"

"Alli."

"Ah okay. Nice to meet ya, mate." She smiles.

I look at her features. Her brunette hair, her brown eyes. Her glasses that look amazing on her, and her braces.

"So, can I get your number?" I ask.

"Sure, why not?" (A/N) *cough* Mr_Anderson832 *cough cough*

She grabs a napkin and takes a pen from her backpack, writing down a series of numbers. She hands it to me, and I nod.

"Thanks! I'll text you."

"Alright. You might want to get back in your seat. The choo choo train of snacks is coming around and I don't want to miss it." She chuckles.

I scurry back to my seat, giggling at the comment. She seems, well, like that feisty friend we all get at least once in our lives. That feisty but amazing best friend whom you could tell them anything and everything, and trust them not to tell a single soul. The friend that you'd have girl's nights with and have milkshakes with. 

Basically, the most perfect friend. Ever.

I tangle my hand in Weston's, feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. Nikki waves, smirking. I roll my eyes playfully and look down at my phone, adding her as a contact then checking the message.

Nikki: sup beeeitch

I silently laugh and text back, nuthin much hoe hbu?

Instantaneously, I get a reply.

Nikki: ouch. you know that hurt just a little bit

I look up to see her clutching her heart, a look of sarcastic sorrow woven into her features. I smile, sending her the laughing emoji and earning a kiss on the cheek from Weston.

"Baaaaabe," Weston whines, trying to tilt my head in his direction, "Pay attention to me. I crave it, I need it to survive." He gently kisses my jaw. When I don't react, he dramatically falls into the seat, acting dead.

Nikki: Kissy kissy from your boyfriend, eh? ;))

Oh dear Lord have mercy for me.

I shake my head at both of them, and put my phone back in my pocket as the "Choo Choo Train of Snacks" comes by.

That name will never be forgotten.

"Hi! What can I get you? Peanuts, pretzels, or any drinks?" The flight attendant squeaks, a huge smile plastered across her mouth. Her blonde hair is up in a tight bun, in a perfect donut shape.

Weston nods, "I'll have a Coke and some pretzels. Alli, you want anything?" 

"I'll have a water and some pretzels, please." I smile politely as she nods and grabs 2 bags of pretzels, handing them to us. Then she grabs a Coke for Weston, and a water bottle for me.

"Thank you, ma'am." I say as she turns to Nikki and her friend. I turn to Weston, and he's half way through his pretzels and has had a sip or two of his soda.

"What the..." I trail off as he smiles at me, laughing silently. I shake my head and open up my pretzels, carefully to not let them fly everywhere, making a huge mess for either me or someone else to pick up. I pop one into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of it. 

My phone buzzes a total of 18 times. 

This is going to be a very long flight.