The New Generation

Chapter 1

I put my shoes on and rush downstairs as I am late for the plane heading to Australia. I quickly check my suitcase and passports to make sure that everything is there. Once I know everything is packed and ready to go, I head for the car. 

Starting the car and putting in reverse down the driveway, I start to feel like him forgetting something really important. 

Two minutes into the drive I brake check myself into a complete stop. 

"MICK!" 

Frustrated, I head back to the house. 

I swing open the door and yell for him from downstairs. Not hearing me the first time, I then rush upstairs and into his room. I head to his bed and rip off the sheets from his body. 

"Micky get your literal ass up! We are going to be late for the plane." I tell him while getting his clothes and throwing them at his tired face. 

"Holy fuck Miah slow down. We're going to be fine." He says in a groggy and tired voice still tired voice,  trying to comprehend the situation. He pushes himself off of the bed and grabs a pair of baggy pants and his Mercedes sweater. 

"I hope those are clean, cause there is no way i'll be smelling your stinky ass the whole goddamn flight. Now hurry up." I take his suitcase downstairs and into the car. 

Mickie, still half-asleep, stumbles downstairs, rubbing his eyes and attempting to put on his shoes without tripping over himself. I impatiently tap my foot, watching the clock ticking away our precious minutes.

As he finally makes his way to the car, I give him a death stare. "You're lucky we're family, Micky Boy. Anybody else would've been left behind by now."

He grins, unfazed by my irritation, and we speed off to the airport, the engine roaring as if in sync with my racing heartbeat. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I can't shake this feeling that this trip is going to be one hell of a ride. 

We arrive just in time to the airport and check in our luggage and documents. We enter the lounge and sit down waiting for the plane to board. 

"See, I told you we weren't going to be late." Mick points out braggingly. 

"Oh yeah, it's a good thing i'm somewhat of a professional race car driver Mick or we totally would have been." I say back sarcastically. 

As we wait I stand back up to look around the little stores around the airport. 

I come across this cute sunglass hut and check it out. 

The sunglass hut is filled with an array of stylish eyewear, each pair seemingly vying for attention. I pick up a sleek black pair and try them on, admiring my reflection in the mirror. Mickie, still half-asleep, shuffles in behind me.

"You seriously have time for sunglasses right now?" he mumbles, his voice a mix of exhaustion and annoyance.

"Relax, if it weren't for your little sleep in earlier we would have had to wait four hours as I was planning but you decided to sleep instead of be on time. And besides, I need to look fabulous in Australia," I reply, striking a pose with the sunglasses.

Mick rolls his eyes but can't help but chuckle. "Fine, fine, just make it quick."

I browse through the racks, trying on different styles, each pair transforming my look. Eventually, I settle on a chic pair of aviators. As I head to the cashier, Mick sighs.

"Holy fuck Mick stop being such a baby and just sleep on the plane when we board." I tell him now annoyed at his childish expressions. 

As we return to our belongings, I shoot Mick a stern look. He yawns and stretches, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm not a baby. I just don't get why you're so wound up. It's not like we're missing the plane, Miah."