Free Faithfully by Izzy Cullen Page B

goodbye did you?” He was smiling. In all honesty, I was surprised he wasn’t at the house when I dropped the girls off. “Hurry and get in. Bruce is waiting, and I’m going to drive you two to the airport.”
                  Luckily the town was small, and we could make it to the airport in less than five minutes. We made small talk on the way, but it wasn’t a long enough drive really to talk about anything with substance.
                  When we climbed out, we saw Bruce’s plane outside the hanger, waiting for us. Alex walked to the back of the car to get the bags from the trunk. He told me to take a minute and talk to my dad while he put the bags in the plane.
                  “How was the talk? He doesn’t look too upset.” I didn’t want to tell my dad, but I had to confess.
                  “Well, it never happened. I mean, not that I was avoiding it, but things kept getting in the way.” Ugh, I knew a tongue-lashing was going to happen.
                  “Bri, no, I’m not saying anything because I don’t need to. You know you are wrong because I know the type of girl I raised. Now give me a hug and talk to that boy on the plane.”
    I had nothing to say. I gave my dad a hug and kiss while telling him I loved him. Then I walked over to meet Bruce and Alex by the plane. I was not ready for this weekend of confrontations and confession s.
                  We climbed into the plane and I sat in the back, placing my headset on. Alex sat next to Bruce in the front. I had been in Bruce’s planes so much growing up that I didn’t think or wait for him to tell me what to do, because it was a routine when we climbed in.
                  On the flight to Green Bay, I was partially zoned out into my own little world. After a while, Bruce and Alex stopped talking to me because they were tired of repeating themselves.
                  When we landed in Green Bay, we taxied to a smaller terminal that I assumed was used for private travel. When we stopped, Alex climbed out and ran into the building, probably going to check on the next flight. When he came out, he told us that the jet was coming over from the hanger to pick us up. I was starting to feel nervous and unsure of the weekend ahead. Alex and I had yet to have a fight, or even have a disagreement, and I was worried about how our relationship would weather this lie I had been sitting on for months.
                  Bruce helped me out and told me he would meet us back there on Sunday. I gave him a hug and told him to have a safe flight back. I was reluctant to leave his embrace and head off into the direction the jet was coming from. I was going to be alone with Alex for at least six hours and had no reason not to talk to him about the whole situation. I was screwed and I knew it.
                  Walking to the jet, I was mentally telling myself to buck up. I remained quiet and didn’t say much while we boarded and placed our bags in a cabinet. The flight attendant was a nice looking older lady with blonde hair. She had a smile plastered on her face the whole time she was helping us. She had drinks ready for us as we sat down. Alex must have called ahead and ordered, because my new favorite, Angry Orchard, was waiting for me, and he was drinking some new IPA. He loved experimenting with new beers, which I loved, because I still technically didn’t have beer crossed off my list yet.
                  We sat down and buckled up. Alex took his seat. It was across from mine, facing me. “You are pretty quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?”
    I knew I was going to have to say it, but thought I would after we were in the air. Bruce was still on the ground , gassing his plane, and there was still a chance that Alex might change his mind or kick me off. Okay, I doubted he would do the second one, but at times my mind went crazy thinking