We all sat in the private jet not saying a word to each other as I stared out the window. I know I said it's disgusting seeing mum and Dad kissing and hugging each other, but I prefer that to them fighting. I couldn't just wrap my fingers around why they suddenly have to fight.
I should be looking up to them on how to have the perfect marraige, not see them fighting. Our flight to New York was long and boring that had me sleeping four hours, and most times filling my stomach with food. They ask for that alot and I just have to eat still watching my weight.
We arrived at the jet terminal and all got into the limo waiting for us. "I'm sorry". I heard dad say calmly but mum didn't respond to him. She ignored him completely, and I just couldn't help but chuckle. They were so cute. But my thoughts diverted quickly to Alex again.
