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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked the dark headed man while he kept tossing me equipment to pack into the truck. The slight rustle of gentle autumn air blew gently in between the trees' leaves, leaving a whisper of nature in my ear. Chuckling, the man that I have basically known forever turned to face me, pacing steadily towards me. Massive coffee-colored eyes gazed into my own while hands glided up to cup my face. He didn't need to talk to calm my nerves and sway me to accompany him on this trip. All I needed was a reassuring look, which he supplied. He tossed me a contagious smile in which I graciously returned. Letting go of my face, he winked before grabbing our backpacks and placing them in the trunk of the vehicle. "Aliana! Come on; it's time to go!"

I strode to the passenger's seat and placed my derriere in the very comforting cushion. Placing my purse between my feet, I bent down to search for my phone's charger. The ride was the only time we got to use our cell phones, so I was going to take advantage of it. The driver side's door slammed and trapped my attention. I twisted my head to look at the love of my life, even if he didn't know it. Leather could be heard stretching while Brendon placed the key into the ignition. After the attempt of the swift movement, he groaned and started to strip off the jacket, throwing it at my face and snickering. I placed the jacket carefully in my lap and stuck my tongue out at my best friend. "I'm about to leave your sister," his mood curved into a little more serious expression, and I exhaled deeply.

"Heard that, jackass," Aliana growled while hopping into the back seat. We both turned to see a now red Aliana staring daggers at Brendon. Offering her a smile, he asked if she was ready to go. "Yeah. Let's get this over with," she replied back while placing her headphones over her eardrums. Before the truck was even put into drive, ZAYN could be heard blaring in the tiny yet powerful headphones located in the back seat. Stealing a glance at Brendon, he smiled at me before pulling out of the driveway.

"This is going to be a fun trip."

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