Met You When I Was Sixteen

11.

The ride was long, or at least it felt pretty long. until finally, the airport was in sight. We got out of the car and we were immediately met with Sem, who was impatiently waiting in front of the airport itself. His eyes were glued to his phone while he was once in a few minutes looking around, away from his phone and, I assume, hoping to see us show up at any second.

I've got no idea how long he's already standing there, but I knew it would be a pretty long time; I know how he acts when he has been waiting for a while, and let me remind you. He HATES waiting.

When his eyes land on Atlas and me talking and smiling, his phone immediately meets his pocket. He walked towards us while I was getting a hold of my suitcase, almost falling backward by the amount of weight it has. Really, it isn't that heavy, but for me anything is.

"Well hello, pretty lady," Sem said, clearly stumbling with his words, and even a Greece of alcohol made its way around us. "Sem.." I mumble, wondering how much he had. "Are you seriously drunk right now?" He raises one of his hands, at which I immediately back up, flinching and getting slightly scared. "What are you talkin' about?" He mumbles, laughing while one of the bottles falls out of his deep pocket, making a harsh sound once it hits the sidewalk. I shook my head, kneeling to get all the broken pieces while Atlas kneeled down, trying to get me away from all of the glass pieces drawing around. "Brooklynn don't. I can get it." - "It's fine Atlas. Just.. get Sem inside and get him a bottle of water, alright?"

Atlas stood there, pulling me away from the glass at least a few meters away from it. "Hey, what the hell?" "— I said I could get it!" I say pretty loudly, slightly irritated, but he just answered me back in the same irritated tone, he's trying his best to hide it. "Fine. You do it, whatever." I grabbed Sem by his arm and shoved him inside the airport with me, making my way towards the male bathrooms.

Sem was quite struggling, whispering uneasy things to hear, but I tried my best to ignore it. "You slut! Let me go, you — you. Bitch!" Once we both made it in front of the bathroom, beyond all the struggling and eyes on us, I basically pushed him into the bathroom, hearing a slight tug or fall at the other side. "Drink some water, Sem." I let out a huge sigh before sliding against the wall, exhausted. "You need it.." I was now letting out a quiet amount of stressed breaths.

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Before Atlas was making his way towards the bathroom, seeing me sit there fidgeting with my sleeve, his hand was bloody as he supported his other hand underneath it, not wanting to let the blood drop all over the floor.

He just walked straight past me, disappearing into the male's bathroom. Wet strains of tears made their way on my sleeves, filling them so it was now completely drained. I was crying. Why was I crying?

I quickly wiped my tears away, or at least did an attempt on it, when I heard the male's bathroom open, there, standing an irritated Atlas holding a drunk sick Sem. Puke was still in the corner of his mouth, which made me almost throw up too. The blood on Atlas' hand was washed off, not completely since you could still see part of the stains, but he didn't have any injuries or infections on his hands, which was great.

"Jezus." I spit out, unaware as Sem gets a hold of the wall next to mine. One hand tightly gripping my own arm. "I feel sick." He dares to say, before being scolded by Atlas. "No shit sherlock, who the fuck gets drunk in the middle of the day, not to mention when you've got a fucking plane to catch?!" We were all just tired from this day, at least I was. So dealing with a drunk as fuck Sem isn't a really good solution.

I drove my hands through my hair as I let some deep breaths leave my mouth; I kept a hold of Sem so he wouldn't fall just straight on the floor. "Alright let's just go to that plane and don't you even dare to throw up or do anything else emberassing Sem.''