kik (jesus navas)

twenty eight

jesus navas and joe hart were currently in the airport looking for their private plane. jesus, being the whiny person he is, he didn't want to be in the same plane as people he didn't know. meanwhile, joe didn't like the shitty airline food and even though english planes didn't sell shitty food, joe still didn't like the taste.

jesus and joe decided to go to california on this day because they were too busy with football and this was their only free week. unfortunately, jesus had to face clari today too because their vacation in california would only be for 5 days and joe wanted to spend the rest of it partying and going to the beach.

"do you know where we're going?" the quite small spaniard asked his friend. joe looked down at his friend and scowled.

"will you shut your bloody mouth? i know where we're going." and jesus said no more.

about thirty minutes have passed and they were still roaming around trying to find their damn plane. the good thing about private planes was there wasn't a specific time where in you had to be there so you could be late, but you should never keep you pilot waiting because he might as well leave you. even though these two travelled a lot, this didn't mean that they knew every inch of manchester's airport. there would be times where in they'd get lost and they wouldn't know where to claim their baggage.

"i found it!" the tall englishman exclaimed in triumph. jesus sighed and grabbed the map from joe. he gazed at it for awhile and finally realized what was taking them so long. he flipped the map and turned to give joe an angry look.

"mate, the map was upside down!" jesus smacked the back of joe's head which made him wince. people looked at them both and when joe noticed this, he took jesus's hand and dragged him away from the crowd.

"where's the damn plane?" jesus asked joe, who was still running the back of his head. joe grabbed the map from jesus angrily and read it.

"it's here." joe said, pointing at a specific place in the map. jesus looked at where he was pointing to see that it was near them which made him jesus smack joe again. joe scowled once more and slapped the side of jesus's shoulder.

"stop doing that!"

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mcfchart: clari

woodyinhoe: what

mcfchart: what's your address

woodyinhoe: what why

mcfchart: kat forgot your address

woodyinhoe: um she's my bestfriend?

mcfchart: she's a forgetful person

woodyinhoe: ill text her my address

mcfchart: just tell me

woodyinhoe: tell her it's apartment 32 in camille apartments

mcfchart: kat says thanks

woodyinhoe: okay

"did you get it?" jesus asked joe. joe smiled and high fived his spanish friend.