Airport security.
The biggest pain in the ass that one can experience while bidding farewell to someone.
A pretty big pain in the ass, in general.
Reese and Amie have been stuck in the roped-off line for an hour, heading to a machine that will scan them for drugs, alcohol, bombs, and weapons and whatever else they need to be scanned for. Nothing they would bring on a plane.
"Reese, what time is it? My phone's in the car," Amie complains, "which, in retrospect, might have been a bad idea considering I will be here for hours on end with you."
"What're you going to use it for? You've got all your entertainment right here." He jokes, gesturing to himself dramatically and taking off his carry-on backpack to put into the tray of the x-ray machine.
"I asked you a question, dumbass, what time is it?"
Reese pauses and looks at his watch, the little square screen lighting up as he turns his arm. "Ten thirty-four, we've got an hour."
Amie winces. Time's been flying by, the last few days have seemed like hours. Since she learned that Reese is leaving and since the hurricane and since nobody cared where she went for the last almost-a-week she's been missing. Amie wouldn't put it past her mom to rent out her PC and sell the stuff in her room if she isn't back soon. She doesn't need her phone, nobody texts her on it anyways.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the speaker system, a tinny voice announcing that all the passengers on UK flight A12 should please make their way to the gate.
"Shit. Don't you leave at noon?"
Reese nods. "Yeah, but they want us there so we don't miss it. It'd be obnoxious to everyone if we missed the flight."
True, but Amie hates that she almost wants him to miss his flight. She shakes her head, disgusted with the idea. He has a life too. Without Reese, what'll she do? Amie'd contemplated this for hours lying in bed last night next to him, thinking about what's going on in her life and how it'll all be upside-down and backwards.
Her household doesn't give a shit whenever she asks about something, or says she has an event or wants to see a friend. Hell, her old best friend Carly (given the nickname "iCarly" in fifth grade by Amie) had moved to Florida a few years ago and her mom didn't even let her go say goodbye in person, despite how she was banned from using her phone at night at the time. She'd had to sneak out a window, sprint a mile into town in pajama pants, a ratty tank top and slippers; and even then had missed Carly's family pulling out of the driveway by two minutes. They haven't spoken since.
She zones back into the real world, Reese looking at her with concern. "You just froze for like two entire minutes. Are you okay?"
A/n why am I laughing at this there's nothing to laugh about ^^
"Just thinking," Amie dismisses the idea. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize for things that aren't your fault," he reminds her, pulling his phone and bag from the tray.
"I know, so— oops," she giggles, not apologizing a second time.
He tilts his head toward her and back, grinning. "Nice catch."
To an outsider, this snippet of conversation might seem foreign or even controlling on Reese's part, but it's normal. He corrects her once in a while if she's apologizing too much, especially if she doesn't have to be. It's not rude or pushy, just them both trying to fix an old habit.
They walk together to gate B13, Amie eyeing a crappy restaurant across the way from the other gates. "Wanna go make fun of some bad food?"
"Can we be food critics and rate the food like Gordon Ramsey except not mean because we have to be nice?" Reese counters.
She laughs. "Exactly what I planned. Let's go!"
They buy sodas and sandwiches from a little deli-type-bar-thing and, wait for it, donuts from a Dunkin' outlet... because, well, donuts.
"How do you spell donut?" Amie asks curiously as the woman hands them the little boxes of donuts.
The employee rolls her eyes, "I don't know, I just sell the things. D-O-N-U-T I guess."
"Wait, I'd swear I've seen it another way, like D-O-U-G-H-N-U-T or something." Reese cocks an eyebrow and makes a funny face like he's thinking.
Amie takes the boxes, pays, and retorts, "that's the try hard way. Like the one kid in the honors class who thinks if they get extra characters in the essay they do better." Which is wrong by the way, not like I did that in middle school or anything.
"Whatever, I'm just going to eat them." Reese had chosen a chocolate butter crunch donut, Amie preferring her cinnamon-sugar-pumpkin-spice-latte flavored whatever. Reese thinks it's an abomination. "You donut."
"Oh, you little shit!" Amie snatches a piece off his donut as he starts to eat it, hiding hers in its box behind her back out of reach and eating the bit in her other hand. "You have violated the Gordon Ramsey Pact, never call anyone a donut unless you're Gordon."
"Where did that come from? That was incredibly out of pocket, what the heck," Reese laughs. "I don't even care if you ate my donut, that makes up for it!"
"Oh what the hell—," Amie chuckles, interrupted for a second time by the speakers.
All passengers on UK flight A12 please report to the gate for check-in immediately.
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