A/N: This chapter is pretty funny please tell me if you think so. P.S: No offence to people from New Jersey. (Confused? Then read it!)
All four members of BTR were at the airport.
"I can't believe Gustavo for our airplane tickets." James said.
"Yeah, I wonder why he's being so nice." Kendall replied.
"I think he just wanted a break from all the craziness." Logan answered.
They all nodded in agreement. Just then the boys heard "Flight 327 to Alabama now boarding." They headed to the plane. Kendall, Carlos, and Logan all got to sit together, while James had to sit in between an annoying, disgusting couple from New Jersey.
"Hey, did you get my cheese sticks?" asked the woman to her husband.
"No, and I didn't get your soda either!" replied the man.
They started arguing and got into a girly little slap-fight. James was more out of place then a priest in prison.
"Man, this is going to be a LOOONNGG flight!" he thought.
The other three guys just laughed. 8 hours later they were there. The four boys were walking thru the woods, when all of a sudden James tripped over something hard and pointy. It was a tree root, and then he landed in a huge blob of mud. There was a huge fit of giggles and one ticked-off look shared between the four friends.
"Aww, Is someone a little grumpy?" asked Kendall mockingly.
"Yes." replied James "because." he continued. "I just fell in a pile of mud and realized that I forgot my hair product!" he yelled.
"Well, who do you have to impress, the cows?" Carlos joked.
James let out a low growl. They walked about 5 more miles, and then they saw it, a beautiful rustic farmhouse. It was charming and cute and blue. They all let out a sigh of relief as Logan said "We're here."