A Pile of Polaroids

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"Talk about airplane food." I said, picking up my apple sauce and peel off the cover.

"I feel you." Kenny said, trying to peel his banana. "Did  you guys come up with something yet?" He asked, finally breaking the top of the banana.

"No..we're trying our hardest.." Dallon saud, leaning back in his chair.

After 30 minutes and eating and casually talking, I was fast asleep. The darkness closing in around me, and I started to dream.

It felt like a second later Kenny shook me awake. God, so this is how It feels when I have to wake her up for school. "Brendon wake up, we're here."

"Mk." I groaned, standing up out of my seat and we grab our luggage.

Walking out, I stumble on the pet where the plane and the rail meet. Looking down, I curse under my breath and hop my way over to a chair.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sarah asked. I nod and stand back up, walking it off. "All is dandy."

After all the technical shit, we finally walk out the airport. Stopped by a few fans, we took a few pictures and we signed one of their phones.

Florida. The sunshine state. It's so beautiful here..

The sun lit the sky beautifully  and the palm trees swayed gracefully in the wind.

"Okay, where to?" Kenny asked as we marvel at the scene in front of us.

"Let's visit Hank, Ivy might of visited him." Dallon said and I nod.

Soon after that, Sarah called us an uber and we got a ride to Hank's.

When we got thete, I paid the driver and he drove off. Walking to the house, Kenny knocks on the door.

After a while, Hank swings the door open.

"Brendon and friends, what a surprise to see you here." He says in a stern voice. "May I ask why?"

"Hank, I'm looking for Ivy. She recently went missing or...ran away..we were wondering if you've seen her?" I explained.

Thick silence passes by until Hank chuckled and put his hands on his pockets.

"Sounds like her. I was wondering why she visited at such a random time."

"So she did come here?" Dallon's eyes light up and Hank nods.

"Yeah, she visited a few hours ago and spent so much time in her old room. But Ivy running away doesn't sound like her. What the hell did you do?" Hank laughs at the last part and I keep silent.

What the hell did I do?

"Mind if we come in?" I ask and and makes way.

Walking in, I remember the last time I stepped foot in this house. Ivy was so excited to see Julie again. It's a shame Julie left shortly after...

Sighing, we walked up he stairs and into Ivy's old room. There was still a few things left behind.

Her purple sheets, a Green Day poster, some clothes, and a book...

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