Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Farewells

Chapter 26 - Farewells

Michael was right. It took twenty minutes to drive to the airport without risking death. He hurriedly parked the motorbike, grabbed my arm and ran, dragging me into the building. "Where are they?!" He freaked out.

"Calm down, they should be somewhere around here." I said, managing to slow his run to a steady walk, my hand now clutching his.

Mike searched the crowd of people, his green eyes darting from person to person. "What if they left without me? What if we're too late? What if-"

"Mikey!" I grabbed both his arms, forcing him to look at me. He did, his expression pained. "Your flight leaves at 7:30, it's only 7:13. They're still here, Michael. Besides, they won't leave without their lead vocalist,"

"They have Luke," He stated.

"No offense to the others but, Mike, without you the band would suck." I said, partly to boost his confidence and partly because it was true, but, honestly, the band would suck if any of them weren't apart of it. 5SOS wasn't 5SOS without all four of them.

He nodded, "True, it would."

I smiled and took one step back, "Okay?"

"I am not doing the TFIOS thing with you," He responded bluntly.

I pouted, "Aw." I nudged him a bit.

"Heehee."

"Did you hear tha–?" Michael started to ask, stopping in his tracks.

"Heeheehee."

"Ashton." We both said simultaneously.

Mike spun around wildly, in search of the source of the voice. "ASH!" He yelled. We heard a faint, "Mikey!" In reply.

The red haired maniac dashed through the crowd. Fortunately, I managed to catch up with him only because of his hair, if it weren't for that, I'd be lost.

Several minutes of running around aimlessly passed and, finally, we found them. Alyssa, Ashton, Calum, Maggie, Laura, Luke, my mom, Jack, Mrs. Hood, Mrs. Hemmings and Mrs. Clifford.

"ROSE, MICHAEL! WHERE WERE YOU?!" Both my mother and Michael's yelled at us. I shrunk back behind him.

"We were, uh, we were . . ." Michael trailed off, not knowing what to say. We just stood frozen for a moment before he had this genius (*cough* note the sarcasm *cough*) idea to grab me and push me in front of him, shielding himself from our mothers' venomous glares. Thanks a lot, Mikey.

"We were delayed." I said nervously.

When my mother was about to start raging, Jack coughed loudly, cutting her off. "Mrs. Irwin– excuse me– but my plane is leaving in seven minutes, I don't have time for you scolding Rose." He told her, rolling up his blue and black plaid shirt's sleeves.

My mom, miraculously, shut up. "You're right, Jack, dear." She always had an unusual liking for Jack. He's everything she doesn't want me to be (inappropriate, rude, overly sarcastic, overly dramatic, offending; the list goes on but I'll end it there), yet she likes him more than she ever liked Matthew (bad example, he's a jerk, but she did like him once) or, even, Aria.

Maybe it was the fact that Jack was almost always respectful towards my mother, which could make her feel special because he's not respectful to everyone on the street. It's easy to make Jack like you, though it's also easy to make him hate you, but his respect is the hardest thing to earn.

I ran up to my partner-in-crime and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I'll miss you," I mumbled, my arms wrapped around his waist.

"I'll miss you, too, thorny." He murmured in my ear and kissed my temple. Thorny; it was a nickname he only used in the most life changing and the most exciting events. Why? I still don't know, it just kind of caught on.