"Thank you for flying with us and have a wonderful day!"

"Thank God." I muttered.

We had been on the plane for a few hours and I was already losing my mind. Of course Felix didn't mind. It just gave him more time to edit his videos.

We had just landed in Los Angeles. That's right. It was time to go dress shopping. Naturally, Felix and I were just staying with my parents at their house.

I was excited to see them and Tyler. Even though he gets on my nerves, he and Felix would be able to play games together.

Maya and Edgar were getting fussy in their carrier. I don't blame them. They just like to roam around freely like I do.

We walked off of the plane and off to luggage claim.

"Didn't your dad say he was picking us up?" Felix asked me.

"I think so. If not, we're screwed."

He rolled his eyes at me, "Great. I don't want to be stuck at LAX forever."

"We could always catch a cab." I suggested.

He shook his head, "No need. Because I see your dad waiting over there now."

After we retrieved our luggage, which was all there, I add, I ran over to my dad and gave him a big hug.

I was never that close with my father, but distance can really do something to you.

"Hey pumpkin. How was your flight?" He asked me.

"It was good." I replied.

We parted and Felix gave my dad a firm handshake. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Bexley."

My dad rolled his eyes. "Felix, how many times do I need to tell you that you can call me Jim?"

Felix blushed slightly and chuckled. "Well, Maddie told me to."

"Hey! Don't pin this on me!" I interjected.

My dad laughed, "I can see her saying that."

I pouted, "Nice to know you guys are teaming up against me."

Felix wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's okay, Maddie. You know we're just joking."

My dad helped us carry our luggage out to the car and we rode off to my house. I sat up front with my dad while Felix sat in the back with the dogs.

It had only been a few months since I had been home, but I was excited. I wouldn't say I became homesick, but I still missed everything.

In the car, I got a text message from Kalel.

How was your flight? Can't wait to see you! xx

I smiled and replied, It was alright. Can't wait to see you either! :D

"Well, here we are." My dad announced.

There it was.

The plain house that I grew up in. It made me smile.

As we were unloading the car, Tyler and my mom, Ellen, came outside to greet us.

"Hi mom." I said as she pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"I've missed you so much!" She said. I could hear the tears welling up as she spoke.

I groaned, "Mom. Don't do this now."

She let go of me and went straight to Felix. At this point, she considered him her son-in-law. My family really liked Felix for his personality, but mostly for the fact that he gave me my fame on YouTube.

If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today.

Tyler, being the sweetheart he is, gave me a quick hug, then went straight to Felix.

"I swear, it's like he's the girlfriend and I'm not." I told my parents.

We all took our things inside while Tyler let the dogs outside and played with them. As I opened the door, I noticed that everything was the same.

Still the same posters on the walls, still the same vanity on the side, same empty closet, same everything.

But really, was I expecting it to all be different?

Not really.

"Wow." I said quietly.

"What is it?" Felix asked me.

"I don't know. I was just expecting things to be different." I admitted.

He chuckled. "It happens to me all the time. When I go back to Sweden, I expect the house to be completely rearranged. But it never is."

I shook my head as I smiled. "I guess I never really went away from home for that long either."

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "You'll get used to it, I think."

I returned his hug and breathed in his scent. His musky smell delighted my senses and made me smile.

"Do you want to take a nap? You didn't really sleep any on the plane." He said.

I slowly shook my head and crawled into my bed, despite the growing sunshine outside. He shut the door and got in beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.