Under The Mistletoe - An Austin Mahone Love/Imagine Story

Songs inspired: All Around The World by Justin Bieber, Gotta Find You by Jonas Brothers, Be Alright by Justin Bieber, Something 'Bout Love by David.

 Um... I really don't have much to say, to be honest. I'm getting lazy because it's summer and I'm procrastinating on even writing. But I'll be doing online courses for the rest of the Summer (oh joy! school during summer. How... exciting?) So I'll have a reason to procrastinate and I'll hopefully be writing more! Does that make any sense? 

OH! And UTM HAS REACH 7K READS! AHH I know it may not seem like a whole lot, but I honestly thought no one would read this. And I love each and every one of you who have read it and will continue to read it til the end! *kiss kiss*

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"Damn zipper.." I said, attempting to close my already over-flowing luggage. Honestly, my mom expects me to pack this many pieces of clothing in a suitcase? i don't think so. I don't even know how she's able to manage putting all of her clothes together, since she has more clothes than me. Sooner, the zipper is gonna tear off. The suitcase itself is wa-oops. Guess I spoke to soon? The rusty piece of metal fell to the floor.

I smirked to myself as I opened my night-stand drawer, pulled out the bright pink duct tape that I love so very much, ripped off a nice, long piece of this indestructible tape, and wrapped it around my entire suitcase. I smiled at my artwork. Sure, it wasn't the most pleasant sight ever to behold. But now, I won't have any problem looking for it! I smirked to myself as I grabbed the handle and brought it downstairs to be taken out to the car. British Airways allows its passengers to have two carry-on bags. I've decided that I will be taking my purse, which has my iPhone, my headphones, my make-up bag, and a couple of good books. I'll also bring my laptop, since I thought it might be cool to keep an online diary. Maybe I'll post them to Tumblr, even? I don't know.. I just figured I'd want to remember what took place during this vacation when I'm older. I chuckled to myself. Vacation? Did I seriously just call this crisis a vacation? It'll be anything BUT one. 

Mum came around the corner, stuffing our passports and tickets into her purse. "Honey, do you have everything? Make sure you have everything because I don't want to hear one word on how you forget your toothbrush or your favourite underwear!" She said all in one breath.

"Yes, mum. I've double-checked everything! I'm more concerned on you, however." I laughed to myself.  She pressed her temples, trying to remember all the things she needs whilst dealing with that migrane she always gets when we travel. It was a living nightmare when we moved here, and I have absolutely no idea how I'll make it through this trip.

"Anyways, we need hurry! Our flight leaves in 7 hours and we need to be there extra early! As well as   pick up Austin's mom." She said again, all in one breath. Samantha slugged down the stairs, carrying a small duffel bag and that torn, old purse of hers. She literally just woke up half an hour ago. We all piled to into the car, all while Samantha fights with mum on how she has to get dragged along with trip.

This trip oughta to fun.

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Dear Journal,

December 7, 2012

11:21 a.m.

Umm... this is the very first journal I've ever really wanted to do. The other ones, mum has bought for me and I randomly wrote shit down just to make her happy. 

So, to start off,  im at the airport right now waiting to aboard my flight to Scotland. Why am I going to Scotland, you may ask? First things first, it's definitely not going to be a vacation, that's for sure. No. Its because of my boyfriend. Or... ex boyfriend.. Or.. I honestly don't know what we are at the moment. See, i kissed his best friend. Or he kissed me. Austin somehow found out and ran off to Scotland. i have no idea how the hell he managed to that by himself. He must've had some adult help him one way or another. But he doesn't know any adults that'll never let him pull this stunt. Now my mom, Austin's mom, and I have bought tickets to Scotland. I did, however, hear mum whisper to Michele (Austin's mum) asking if she should tell me that these are one-way tickets. I just about flipped 4 tables. One-way tickets?! Is she fucking with me?!? We're going to a country that is completely and utterly foreign to us(luckily, they speak English. But I'm sure I'll have a "bloody time understandin' wut their sayin"!), we have absolutely no relatives or friends that live there or anywhere close. We're basically walking in the dark here!! I hope we get back in one piece in time for Christmas. It's not like it's my favourite time of the year or anything.