Yet another update for you to read. I'll remind you that I do not own the guys who make up BTR. I also do not own airplanes or the Philadelphia Phillies. I do wish I own the Phillies though.
"That burger place sucked," I said to Kendall as we boarded the plane to Philadelphia. Our little date went surprisingly well despite the awful food.
"It did not suck," He defended. "Yeah it sucked. The burgers were ice cold. What's the game plan for this weekend?"
"Well we're headed to a Phillies game as soon as we land; I'm throwing out the first pitch. Spending the night in a hotel then going to my place in the morning and taking you guys on a tour of our hometown. The next day is Nana's party," I answered touching the outside of the plane.
"Why did you just touch the plane?" Carlos asked following me to our seats.
"I can't board a plane unless I touch it," I said sitting down in my seat.
"You are so strange, Ari. Very strange," James said sitting behind me.
I gazed out the window at the men loading the luggage onto the nearby plane. Bags being thrown onto the conveyor like a basketball. Slowly the plane backed up and was lead onto the runway. A plane landed and we began to speed down the runway. I felt the plane lift off and ascend up into the clouds hovering LA. The cars began to look like ants running around in search of crumbs. Minutes later the houses were so small you could barely make them out.
"What are you looking at," Kendall said leaning over" me.
"Just what's down there, it's really pretty," I answered.
"You're such a dreamer. Do you know that?"
"Well you're a flirt," I pouted.
"Would you two shut up, people are trying to sleep," Logan whispered from across the aisle. Staci's head was resting on his shoulder and Carlos and James were asleep behind us.
"Do you have a camera on you," I whispered to Kendall.
"Yeah why?"
"Look at those too. It would be perfect blackmail. Carlos is drooling all down James's shirt," I said pointing at the two sleeping behind us.
"Ok now you're just being mean. But I could use the blackmail," he said snapping a photo of the two of them.
"You're the one who took the picture."
"After you told me too."
"Would the two of you stop arguing and just freaking kiss already," Carlos said stirring from his sleep.
"Yes please just shut up," James said resting his head upon the window. "The two of you are so loud."
"Aww is James mad someone is talking to his girlfriend," Staci teased pushing it way too far.
"She's not my girlfriend anymore. All I want to do is take a little nap but those two are just being far too loud and obnoxious," James sighed.
"Guys there's like a hundred other people on this plane, please just shut up," Logan said.
I looked at Kendall and started laughing uncontrollably and he joined in. I had no idea what I was laughing at but I just couldn't stop. Carlos looked at the both of us and began laughing too. Logan gave me the death glare but the laughing just couldn't be stopped. I felt like laughing gas filled the cabin of the plane. I looked at Kendall whose face had turned bright red.
"I cannot stop laughing," I said struggling for air.
"What's so funny in the first place," Kendall gasped through laughs.
"I feel like I'm drunk or high or something," Carlos said wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm laughing so much I'm crying."
"People are going to start wondering what's going on up in first class," Staci giggled.
"Oh not you too," Logan sighed.
"Arianna do you have your jersey. We're going to be landing soon," my dad asked.
"Yep it's right here in my bag," I said pulling out my Phillies jersey. "They're just going to give me a new one anyway dad."
"You've thrown out the first pitch before?" James asked.
"Yeah, twice already. So I've got two of these things. Each with a different number, they make two of them and one is auctioned off for charity," I answered.
"That's really cool. Who are they playing," Carlos asked.
"The Yankees, who Arianna and I hate with a passion, that's why her and Joe Jonas didn't work out. And Arianna's boyfriend Cole is pitching for the Phillies," Stacie said.
"He's not my boyfriend Stace. He's married. But Cole Hamels is very good looking."
"Hey I'm sitting right next to you," Kendall said with the most adorable puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.
"Sorry, but he is very very man pretty," I said pulling Kendall into a hug. "Just like you are."
"You two are sick," James said throwing a pillow at us as he walked off the plane.
"What you're man pretty too James," I shouted.
"You're so loud," Carlos shouted to be as loud as I was.
"Nope you're loud," I whispered in his ear. "I'm just glad to be home and that you guys are here with me."
We grabbed our bags from the claiming area and called the limo to take us to the game. I looked back at the airport. I was finally home, in Pennsylvania where I belonged. It of course is only for a few days but still it felt better than being in California. Bon Jovi's "We Weren't Born to Follow" started to play through the speakers.
"This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles
This one goes out to the ones in need
This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical
This ain't about no apology
This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry
This road was paved by the winds of change
Walking beside the guilty and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name?" I started to sing and Staci joined in.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that your saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
This one's about anyone who does it differently
This one's about the one who cusses and spits
This ain't about our livin' in a fantasy
This ain't about givin' up or givin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that your saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that your saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
We weren't born to follow, oh yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
We weren't born to follow, oh yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)"
"You two are so weird," Carlos said.
"It's Bon Jovi. We are not weird," Staci said. "You must respect the Bon Jovi. Plus this was the Phillies World Series song last season."
"There it is, Citizen's Bank Park, home of the Philadelphia Phillies," I shouted pointing out the window jumping over my brother in the process. I opened the door as soon as the limo stopped and sprinted to the gate.
"Wait for me," Carlos shouted running after me leaving everyone else behind. "What's the rush?"
"I'm late," I yelled running though the gates. "Just wait for my dad, he's got the tickets."
Thank you for reading.