Thirty Days In December

Sixteen

Harper

Only God knows how long we've been here. I would glance at my watch, but my handcuffed hands are tightly woven behind me. Just as I finish, I hear a knock on the door.

"Hello Shawn, hello Hayes. Fancy meeting you here." I give off a smile hiding the amount of embarrassment in me.

"Well hello to you too," says Shawn. "How did this happen again?" Before I could say, the police officer butts in the conversation.

"Your two friends here were caught driving without a license," spits the officer.

"No, we just forgot it because we were in Narnia," I retort, showing both annoyance and sarcasm into it. I should know better than to sass a policeman; I might just be held overnight.

"OK, take your friends. Your free to go. If I catch you again-"

"Yeah, Yeah. I better have my license," mutters Matt. All four of us snicker as we leave the jail. I'm going to have lots of stories to tell my grandkids.

"Sorry we "forgot" to pick you up," apologizes Matt.

"Yeah, we didn't know this would happen," I add.

It wasn't long until the four of us were laughing about something stupid. There is a rabbit outside running circles in the middle of the road. Of course, Hayes snapchatted it, Shawn took a picture of it, Matt put it on Twitter, and I added the video on my Tumblr. If this doesn't truly describe our personalities, what does?

Matt takes the hotel keys out his pocket and opens the door. We better hurry up; the flight is in 2 hours. From the looks of it, Cameron probably went home to get his luggage, and Celeste and Aaron are missing from the living room. I wake up Nash and Taylor then begin re-stuffing my bag full of clothes. After that I walk to the mini kitchen to relieve my munchies. But guess what I see?

I see Aaron and Celeste, kissing.

So I slowly scoot out the kitchen, no longer hungry. I get my luggage ready and sit on the sofa, admits the slight chaos. No matter the situation, I will always find a reason for Twitter. Everything from the last 24 hours seems to fade as I stalk fans.

After following half of the fans I stalked, my thumb reaches the magnifying glass. I tap it, only to feel my cheeks redden once again. I had forgotten. About the tag that almost ruined this whole tour. Celeste surprises from behind, making me jolt.

"HEY Harper. Did I scare you?" she screams. Before anything else  I turn off my phone and exhale. Looking at my sister, I see her flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. Whatever those two did, they should keep it up. She seems happy.

"Guess what? I'm coming with you guys! Everyone's cool with it, are you?" Leave it to my sister to be completely spontaneous.

"Sure. That would be great," I say genuinely. As long as she doesn't bring up childhood memories, I'll be fine.

"You seem..... pretty happy," I inquire. "Have you been kissing any boys lately?" I wanted to make sure to add the right gender, due to Celeste's bisexuality. It runs in the family; if you know what I mean. She turns tomato red and begins to fumble over her words. The power of leverage.

"You go, Glen Coco," I tell her. "You go."