Thirty Days In December

Three

Harper

I was up all night making arrangements and planning. I hope this goes smoothly. First Matt and I take an no-stop airplane trip to Sacramento and get an apartment to stay in together with Taylor, Aaron, and Nash. Even though Cameron said we should be their by December 1st, the tour doesn't actually start until December 4th because of some people who aren't going to be here that soon. Like for instance, Shawn needs to go to his album release party. Nobody's going to stop him. Yes, I know it sound rocky. It'll be alot clearer once it happens. Speaking of "when it happens", I'm once again late in picking up Matt. Off to a wonderful start. I grab my 3 rolling luggage bags and my Nirvana backpack. Since a good mood deserves to be flourished, I put on my Spotify playlist and try to make this long ride a lot less boring.

TIME SKIP

"I bet you have an entire bag full of shoes, Harper." Matt says to me, making me give off a light smirk. Little does he know that it's true. I hate airports because they're like mazes full of security guards. Matt and I try to find gate A26, but we seem to be going backwards. "No, Matt! We were supposed to take that exit! Your an idiot." I say, playfully punching him. We turn around and begin to find our way. After many twist and turns, we finally sat down and waited for the plane. Now that I think of it, Matt and I haven't really just sat down and talked for a long time. Instead of going on our phones, we talked about our plan to travel the United States. Our conversation carried until we realized that our zone is boarding. Sooner or later, we board the plane and take our seats.

Lucky for me, I downloaded some apps on my phone that don't require Wifi to keep me occupied on this boring trip. I look left, then kick my feet up on the collapsible tray. Now I have a place to rest my phone as I play. At this moment I realized Matt was laying on my shoulder, but had now shifted down to my thigh. Not that I have a problem with it, it's just that it tickles. I mess around with his hair and play my game like an expert multitasker would. From the back of my eye, I could see the flight attendants ready to give us our next weird meal. Quickly I tuck my legs and collaspe the table, not realizing that Matt was there. I actually manage to wake him up from his deep sleep. He looks around, dazed, and asks " Are we in Nevada yet?" I couldn't help but snicker at how confused he was. Now's a good time to prank him! "Yeah, were here Matt. Get your stuff and let's go before it gets congested. Without question, he begins getting our bags and walks down the aisle. I followed him down the aisle for about a yard, then went back to my seat. I buried myself in my blanket and laughed my ass off. "Bribón!," scowled one of the older passengers. "That little rascal's gonna get thrown off the plane!" I think Matt knows that we are still in the air now. As he walks back to our seats, the same elderly man hit Matt with his cane hard on his kneecap. When he sits next to be, he buries himself in his green covers and curls into a ball. I ask him if he is okay multiple times, but I think he wants to give me the silent treatment. Oh well. I just go back to my game, like nothing even happened. I check the flight status. Only 3 more hours left. Only 3 more hours left to happiness.....