'Hey come on kids we have to get to the airport,' Elizabeth yells looking at her watch. 'Are you sure we should be coming with you, I mean it's your book tour?'

'Of course you should be coming with me, the kids are off school and having Carter there would really be amazing for everyone who has read my books.' David replies.

'Where is Grant? We need to leave now.'

'Calm down Taylor, they will be here any second' David reassures, putting his hand on her shoulder.

I look over at Taylor and give her a smile. It seems like there is something else going on with her but she won't tell me.

'Hey Armadillo, shall I sit in the middle?' I suggest hopefully.

'Yeah, whatever,' He said, shrugging. He hasn't been the same since he and Taylor got into a huge argument while I was out. They still haven't told me what is was about and right now it looks as though I am going to be stuck seated between them until we arrive in London since they won't even talk to each other.

'Alright everyone, into the car. Give your bags to your father. Let's go.' Elizabeth commands, climbing into the driver's seat. Both parents are completely oblivious to the drama going on in the back of the car. Elizabeth thinks this trip could save their marriage, I'm not so optimistic. It seems as though there is always something going on in this family.

We get on the plane and take our seats. The parents are sitting in front and we have a row all to ourselves. Usually it would be fun but right now I feel like it's going to be a really long trip.

'You know, I've never actually been on a plane before.' I said making conversation to ease the tension in the air.

'Really?' Grant says lifting his eyes from the game he is playing on his phone.

'I always imagined that you would be flying all over the place trying to get away from the police or something.'

'No Lori could barely hold down a job so we were living mostly off some inheritance money that she got from her family and we weren't exactly rich.'

'I think I'm going to be sick,' Taylor announces, her whole face looks like a light shade of green.

'We're taking off in a minute aren't we meant to sit down?'

'I need to get to the bathroom'

'Alright, well you can't walk in this state, I'll take you,' I say. 'Grant, we'll be back in a minute.'

I take her towards the cubicles at the back of the plane but we get intercepted by a flight attendant.

'You two need to get back to your seats, we're approaching take off.'

'I'm sorry, she was just feeling really sick so I was taking her to the bathroom.' I say, supporting Taylor. It feels like if I let go she will just drop to the floor.

'Get back to your seats and I will fetch you a bag, just in case.'

We slowly make our way back and I sit Taylor down. But she only seems to be getting worse.

'Taylor are you afraid of flying?' She looks at me, and in that one look I can see that I'm right.

'Okay look at me. We are actually safer in a plane than we are in a car and this is my first flight so how about we help each other through this. Just you and me.' I hold her hand. 'Now just take a deep breath and imagine you were back home hanging out with Max and we will be there in no time.'

We arrive in London exhausted and I collapse into the hotel bed. It's so soft I could have fallen asleep right there. The publishers were paying for our hotel and it seems like they didn't just go for the cheapest option. I was glad I had finally let David publish the book. I mean it wasn't the first edition that he had given me, that one was awful and I would have never let him publish it. He had rewritten parts of it and let me read them. I was actually really pleased with the result and now it kinda felt like I had a proper dad too.

We woke up the next morning really early since David and I had to go off to some book signing at this huge bookstore. We walked in and when people saw me they went wild. It felt really strange. I mean I know I had been the life of a few parties but never had I met so many strangers look quite so happy to see me.

We sat down and started signing books and taking photos with the fans. I began to see that being an author isn't just about writing the words but also about interacting and pleasing those who read them.

By the time we had finished it was late in the day and David decided to go back to the hotel but I wanted to explore the city a bit more.

'Hey, how about you take Grant to buy some new clothes. He needs some and it would be an excuse to get him out of the hotel.'

'Sure why not' I reply.

We walk back to the hotel and I go and get Grant.

'So how about it Armadillo, you up for it?'

'Let's go, Elephant,' he smiles.

We start walking down the street looking for somewhere that looks like a good place to shop.

'Have you got any idea where...'

That was when it happened. When I bumped into me. I mean someone who looked exactly like me.

'Shit.'