Surprise! It may be morning for some of you, but it is near midnight for me. I have a hell of a day ahead of me in the morning, so I decided to post a wee bit early! Loved all your feedback on Alice. All 6 of these loves have taken on such strong personalities to me, and I love seeing how you all view them. Okay! on to the good stuff!

Thank you to Fran S. Sunflower & DaniDarlingxx.

Day 8: March 20, 2020

Edward

21:12 PDT

Los Angeles, California

I've flown a lot in my life, but never once had I ever been this stressed flying. I'm on edge, strung so tight I feel like I'm going to snap. This has been, without a doubt, the most unsettling experience of my life.

I've really underestimated how psychologically fucked up it would be to see people wearing masks and hazmat suits around an airport. My flight from Aberdeen was practically empty, and we were spaced out so well, I actually felt okay, but it was an entirely different story when I hit London.

My layover was long, and I was so stressed out the whole time, I was barely functioning by the time I got on the plane.

Thankfully, the aircraft was huge, and hardly anyone was on it, which meant I had a lot of space around me, but still.

I'm utterly exhausted when we land in LA. I'm near delirious with my stress, and I have a hard time getting through customs because I can't fucking remember what to say to people.

When my luggage is delayed, I nearly leave without it. I don't fucking care that all my worldly possessions are in that bag. Let them fucking ship it to Alice's place.

Finally, my bag does arrive, and I get out of the airport that is one abandoned item away from being straight out of a post-apocalyptic film.

The air is hot and muggy and foul in LA, and immediately, I miss the cool, clean air of Scotland. I push toward the curb, looking for any sign of my sister.

"Edward!" I hear my name and look around. I see a tiny arm waving by a big truck, and I let out a breath.

I shoulder my guitar—the only possession I actually care about; grab my suitcase, and make my way down toward her. I wonder whose truck she's in. It must be Jasper's. I'm a little anxious to meet him. I know he and Ali are serious, but how serious, I'm not quite sure.

Jasper's standing by the truck with Alice. It's almost comical to see them. She's tiny next to him. I mean, she's tiny next to most people, but still.

"Edward, we figured it out. I'm sorry, but you have to lay in the bed of the truck. It's so good to see you! I want to catch up, but this is the only way to get you home safe and quarantine. Is that all you have? Where is the rest of your stuff?"

Alice has not stopped talking, and I shake my head at her as I get closer. Jasper chuckles and wraps his arm around her, squeezing her gently. She shuts up almost immediately.

I make my way to the back of the truck, eyeing the blankets and pillows set down. I toss my bags in before climbing in as well. Jasper comes around to close the bed while I look into the cab. The glass is tinted, but I'm surprised to see five people upfront.

What the hell?

Tomorrow (Friday) we're getting Bella's first glimpse of Edward. Woo!

And yes, for those wondering, this was how my parents picked me up from LAX. Both my parents are high risk for COVID, and when I landed, I climbed into the back of my dad's truck and I spread out on a bed of sleeping bags while they drove me to my final quarantine location (unfortunately, not a house. I quarantined in a warehouse for 2 weeks!).

Anywayyyy...

See you loves Friday!