wrong decision

The two weeks are over, and we're heading home. I honestly didn't want to go home just yet. The Island was so beautiful and we had so much fun.

The first three days weren't great, but things got better. Ace knew what he was doing. I think we're closer now, closer than we've ever been.

I was so busy thinking about our time on the Island that I didn't realise the flight had ended.

My loved ones took my hand, and we exited the plane. Their car was already waiting for us and so we hopped in Clay driving.

I can't wait to see my Car, yep you heard me right. I passed the test. They pass theirs too and we'll be having that dp sometime soon.

As we pulled up at our home, I could see someone on the front pouch.

Ace parked the car, and we got out. It was Jason and Noah. What are they doing here? How do they know each other whose question ran through my head?

" What the fuck are you two doing here? "

" and together I add ,"

" How was the trip?" He asks ignore what us.

" We weren't on any trips. W