Steps {Sequel to Patience} | Charlie Jones

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The airport was unusually busy at five am in the morning. Our flight to Brooklyn was scheduled to leave at seven I believe. I couldn't sleep last night, maybe it was because of nerves, maybe because of my insomnia, or maybe because Charlie was snoring so loud - who knew? The boys wanted to say there one last goodbye to us at the airport, so they too were here with us both, Reece staying particularly close to me. Already we had handed our bags in, saving a few to keep with us on the plane.

"Not being funny guys, but how are you not hungry? I'm starving!" Casey exclaimed, as his eyes wildly scanned around all the cafés and various food shops. 

"I'm too nervous." I spoke quietly, I didn't want to make a scene or make anyone worried for me. I needed to tackle my nerves. Truth is I've never been on a plane, I just didn't understand them, the way they worked or anything. I didn't like the fact we were flying over an ocean too. Charlie on the other hand was buzzing, and I knew I probably would be as soon as we landed in Brooklyn. Right now I was tired and worried, and that combination didn't work well.

"I'm too excited to eat." Charlie stated with a massive smile permanently sticking to his face.

"Right well I'm getting something to eat, does anyone want anything?" Casey offered, but no-one replied, he frowned as he darted off to the nearest café. 

"You should go to the lounge, you'll be more settled there." Jake instructed and we nodded, wheeling our suitcases behind us. Reece had kindly offered to take my large rucksack, but he still refused to say a word. 

The lounge was a few minutes away and abundant with people, mainly parents and younger children who all seemed to be wearing an outfit which involved Disney, so no doubt they were going to Disneyland. We managed to seek three chairs all in a row, but unfortunately that meant two members of our friendship group had to stand, and with no doubt Reece was one of them. 

Shortly after, Casey had managed to magically find us, clutching onto a wooden box filled with six different drinks, in his other hand was a bag loaded with food, which could possibly be all for him, knowing Casey.
He sat on the floor directly in front of us, smiling immensley. "I've been really nice to you all." He started, lifting the box full of drinks up. "Starbucks cost like ten pound more at an airport though, but yeah. I brought you all a drink, and then I got food too. So next time you call me a pile of shit, remember this moment." Casey went on, grabbing each different cup and handing it to the correct person. 

"We've never called you a pile of shit Case." Jake exclaimed, but Casey raised his eyebrows in disgreement. "No seriously, we haven't." Jake persisted, looking around at us for some form of help, and we all nodded. 

"Awh guys." Casey smiled, handing me my drink. Instantly I looked at my name on my cup, and to my amusement they spelt it 'Ortom'. Honestly, what person doesn't know how to spell a season? Like Darcy told me though, the reason they did it was to be posted on social media for promotion. The drinks were honestly nothing special, it was just the seriously messed up names they gave you. 
I sneakily peered over to find out what was written on Charlie's cup, but his wasn't as funny, they simply spelt it with a 'y' instead of 'ie'. 

"Oh yeah also. The girl behind the counter was called Casey, but she spelt my name wrong. Like how thick is she, she can't actually spell her own name. Talk about uneducated!" Everyone began laughing at Casey's story, including Reece which was nice. Casey held up his cup for all of us to see. 'Caysee' was written on it in scruffy handwriting. "Like she knew my name was Casey, because as soon as I said it she looked at me and smiled, fiddling around with her name badge, as if to say, yeah same.' He began to explain even further. 

"Do you remember that time when you were held back because they didn't believe it was you in the passport picture?" Jake asked Charlie, and he began to laugh again.