fond :: lrh

1.5

"so what are midi-chlorians again?"

"ohmygod, luke"

i swear this flight is a never–ending one.

we have watched two of my favourite starwars movies; phantom menace(it's so bad... but y'know 7.5/10) and empire strikes back

my ass is hurting me because i haven't even gotten up from my seat, and luke is just being an annoying curious kid who questions everything throughout the movies.

"midi-chlorians are microorganisms, if a human has midi-chlorians in them, it means he/she is a jedi"

luke nods–"then uh, how do you become a jedi?"

"well, you have to train with jedi masters. you'll have to become a padawan."

"what's that?"

"it's like—a jedi in training"

"ohh"

i explain these stuff to luke like i'm teaching a kid the alphabet

can't believe he can't even understand stawars

"ems"

"what"

"i'm tired"

"of course you are"

luke pouts;
he then spreads his blanket and throw it over me, covering me with warmth and the smell of luke

"cuddle,"

i find this very amusing. he acts oh-so very child like. maybe it's the low oxygen? who knows.

•••

"please fasten your seatbelts. passangers who are in the lavatory, please get back to your assigned seats. we will be landing shortly"

the voice–lady from the speakers woke me up.

i scrunch my eyes at the sight of the light above us, and not moments later the light was shut off

my neck hurts. i try to move my head but it really is sore. i slowly move my head and see luke packing up his stuff into his backpack

naturally, i follow.

i reach my headphone, my book, and my various belongings laying around us and shove them into my bag

luke—on the other hand–is a neat nelly.

i bet liz taught him to be a tidy-little boy

"whoa, didn't see you have woken up"

"i know i'm tiny, but i don't think i'm that tiny."

he smiled at me as a reply.

we both clutch onto our bags, as the plane dips downwards

i look around to see cal and ashton sleeping, and michael looking out the window.
it's fascinating how they're so quiet. it's usually as loud as a fiesta

•••

"wake up em! wake up!!!"

i flutter my eyes open, my visions are blurry.

well, it's because michael is shaking me violently

"bugger off"

we have arrived to our LA home for the next 3-4 months, i guess.

it is huge

like,

huge.

i enter the house, passing through the already opened giant (for me atleast) door

the foyer is amazing, there are tables and stools and flowers

i was greeted by a lady, an old lady.

she said she's 'keeping the house far from astray'.

maybe she brought the flowers?

i entered the living room and it is comfortable. yet, it is mansion-like

the sofas are big and fluffy

calum is already sleeping on it, so my guess it is indeed very fluffy

i grabbed my suitcases and make my way up to the stairs "dibs on whichever bedroom i get!" i screamed

"hey not fair!"

there are three rooms in this house.

two master bedrooms, and a tiny normal bedroom

i open the master bedroom furthest away from the other rooms.
the room is huge. there's a balcony with a remarkable view, and i can see the whole backyard (there's a pool here!)

i drop all of my belongings and  jump myself up onto the bed

i approve of this bed. comfy.

i turn my head to see the door open,  i see luke struggling whilst carrying his bags, then dropping them next to mine

"hey, dibs."

"ya i know"

"then why are you here?" luke then walks to the bed and removes his shoes, then lying down

"i told you i can't sleep without you, so i'm staying here."

"for three months?"

"for three months."

the room went quiet. i lie myself next to luke "but there's only one bed here"

"we share it. we usually do anyways."

this will be an interesting trip.