6: FUCKING PERVERT

CELESTE'S POV

I was running late, as usual, to catch my flight at the airport. It was all my mom's fault. She was so excited that I was coming home. We talked on the phone until it was 3 in the morning, well, it was 3 in the morning here in England and 9 am in America. Every so often the time difference gives me whiplash. I have never gotten used to it.

“DJ, the taxi is here,” I shouted. Aunty Beverly came over to see us off.

“I'll miss you guys,” she said as she kissed my cheek.

“We'll miss you too, Aunt” I hugged her tightly. The taxi honked. “DJ, get your little butt down here now!” My head wanted to explode.

“I'll load the baggage in the car. You go see what that little fellow is up to.”

“Thanks, Aunt,” I said as I flew up the steps. I was about to yell when I saw him slumped over on the bed, video chatting on his tablet.

“So, when will you come back to England?” Daphne's little voice was so sad.

“I don't know, Mum says when she's finished with her work.”

“OK then. I guess