Our Ironic Serendipity (IM5)

Epilogue

6 Months Later

I fiddle with the zipper of my pink backpack, making sure it closes right. It's kind of hard to use a zipper when your hands are sweatier than a body builder's armpits after a long workout.

"Do we have everything? Did you check all your pockets? Is your driver's license with you?"

"Rose, we're fine. Just take a chill pill," Grace replies, grabbing the backpack out of my hands and placing it into the overhead bin. "Just take your window seat and drink some water."

She hands me a water bottle while I climb into my seat. "Sorry, I'm just nervous about flying."

"We'll be fine," she tells me as I wipe my hands on the front of my jeans. "I'm going to the bathroom. Don't die while I'm gone."

I try to manage out a chuckle as she walks off. For a few seconds I look at the people walking past to get to their seats and putting their bags away, then I remember that I need to call Will. The phone rings a few times before he picks up.

"Hey," I say, waiting for him to answer.

"Baaabe," he drags out the word, not sounding at all like himself.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, noticing laughter in the background.

"Yeah, yeah. Perfectly fine," he slurs. I hear Cole's and Dana's voices in the background, two of his band mates. A sigh of irritation escapes my mouth.

"Babe, can you hand the phone to Cole please?"

"Why?"

"Just do it." I almost snap. I hear shuffling, indicating that he does as I said.

"Flower!" Cole calls in his naturally cheery voice. Unfortunately for him, I'm not in the mood for his bubble gum energy.

"Did you give him alcohol?" I snap and try to keep my voice low so I don't disturb anyone around me.

"It was only a little bit!" he defends.

"You know he's not supposed to drink! How could you give him alcohol, especially only two hours before he's supposed to be picking us up from the airport?"

"Rose, flower, relax. He'll sober up before that," he says loosely.

"You better make sure of it, Pendery, because if he's not I swear to god I will beat that skinny-"

"Who's that?" Grace interrupts me as she slides in to the aisle seat beside me.

"Cole got Will drunk," I say.

"What?!"

"Hey! It was Dana's idea!" I hear him yell into my other ear.

"Shut up. Put David on the phone." I wait for him to pass the phone. I cannot believe this right now.

"Are they insane?" Grace asks, her eyes wide. She knows as well as I do about Will's condition.

"Hey." I hear David's voice.

"Please tell me he's okay."

"He's fine. The guys just wanted him to stop being so worrisome. He was a nervous wreck."

"I don't care what he was, just don't give him anymore. You know what his therapist said so you better watch after him like an eagle until I get there, you hear?"

"I got you. Stop worrying, please. Tell me how everything went at the airport."

I take in a deep breath and sit back in my seat.

"It was stressful, but we got through everything. Although I almost had a heart attack while we were at our grate because I thought I lost my wallet, but it was just in a different pocket in my backpack."