“Okay mom,” I whisper into my phone, “My fight back to Chicago is canceled until tomorrow noon,” I glance up at the board which says when flights leave and come. I say my goodbyes then check my backpack for any loose change for food, “great...” I count up all the quarters I’ve found in my pockets, “three dollars and thirteen cents.” Airport food is outrageously expensive but I’m sure I’ll find some cheap food to eat tomorrow morning.
“Tweet Tweet,” Luke just tweeted, I sit down up against a wall next to the bathrooms and read, “@LukeKorns: is anyone else stuck at the msp airport?” the tweet reads. No… NO! this is impossible! I didn’t know luke was here! I start to type, “omg luke I’m here! U wanna meet up?” *send* “tweet not sent” are you serious! The one time I need wifi! I look in the top right corner of my iPhone, one bar. Not enough to send anything. I emediatly stand up and search for wifi, all either don’t work or has a password, I begin to walk around in search for a better connection.
The only place I can think of is the food court, one of the restraunts probably has free wifi. I enter, eyes glued to my phone, “Yes!” I exadently scream, raising my iPhone up to get a better connection, exadently smacking someone in the face with my arm, “oops sorry,” I glance up to see how many bars. Whoever bumped into was one of those hot boys you see in public, but don’t say anything because you know your not good enough for them and you don’t want to say something wrong.
“hello?!” the guy I bumped into kinda mumbles, “oh god!” I look at his tee shirt, a new looking orange and black plaid kinda thing, which I happened to exadently spill his starbucks drink on, “oh my god im so sorry,” I rush to the nearest napkin holder and grab a few. I cant stop thinking about his familiar voice and fashion choices. Ohhhh waitttt! I rush back to him, hes trying to wipe the coffee off until I come back with napkins. “is your name by chance Luke? Luke Korns?” if I’m wrong and it isn’t really Luke I swear to god im going to die of embarrassment! “oh my god how did you know.” He sounds like hes being sarcastic but I’m not quite sure, I hand him the napkins and lead him to a chair. How did I not know it was him before!? “you watch UncleKornicob?” he asks, trying to clean his shirt off, I want to say sorry but I’m to interested in the fact that its actually him!
“so if you’re here…” luke asks, “why didn’t you tweet me and we cound have set a meet up place or something?” he wipes his shirt once again to be sure its dry enough and adds, “instead of spilling my coffee,” ugh I cant tell if hes being sarcastic or not, but I don’t care im honestly trying not to cry, “cause of slow connection, I tried,” Im awkwardly sitting across from him in a booth for the McDonalds part of the food court. I’m trying to keep myself from crying/freaking out by trying to text my friend Lauren, even though it keeps telling me, “Slow connection, Slow Connection…” and not sending.
“Well…” I stand up to leave, “see you later…” I honestly cant stay another second or im going to burst with fangirl, “wait!” luke tugs on my shirt as I try to get up, “you can stay…”
Uggg whoever reads this must have no life what so ever,.. lol hope you enjoyed..
