Just Super.

Addison

The duo were parked at a street corner two days later, savoring the drinks and snacks they had bought with one of the last of Amberley's gift cards. The airport was three miles away - though, that didn't seem like much to either of them anymore, giving the circumstances of the past few days. Amberley's long white hair was pulled back under a floppy sun hat, and each twin wore over-sized sunglasses in hopes of concealing their faces. It was the best they could do, and they went with the assumption that, since they were still wearing the exact same clothes and hadn't changed the their appearances in any other way, that the people in Brooklyn were either really stupid or just didn't care.

As they sat in silence giving their legs a moment to rest, something suddenly came to Addison's mind.

"Amb, we can't just walk into JFK airport as ourselves. Security at an international airport isn't going to be nearly as stupid as Manhattan pedestrians."  Amberley frowned and pursed her lips.

"I know - and I've been thinking about that. What if -" Addison cut her off.

"For the last time! A tattoo isn't going to make you unrecognizable Amberley!" Amberley frowned.

"That's not what I'm getting at, stupid. I was thinking that maybe we could go to that place we saw a few blocks back - the free makeover thing?"

"That thing the girl with the blue hair,  black lipstick and three belly button runs was yelling about?"

"Yup!"

Addison sighed. It was a stupid plan that could get them mugged or killed - something their parents had been sure to warn them about many times, but it was also the best plan they had. Besides, if worse came to worse, they still had their pepper spray.

"I can't think of a better idea." He sighed, and stood up, Amberley clapped, giddy with excitement.

I wonder if this is what raising a two year old would be like,  Addison thought, and got up after her.

 
They walked the few blocks quickly and briskly, and before Addison could try to formulate a plan of sorts, Amberley tapped the woman on the shoulder.

"Excuse me ma'am? We want free makeovers." Amberley stated matter - of - factly. The woman arched a bright blue eyebrow.

"Aren't you guys the kids from the news? The troubled teen couple or something?" She  asked.

"For the last time - we're siblings!" Amberley exclaimed, exasperated. She handed the woman one of her Starbucks gift cards.

"Take this and you never saw us."

The woman didn't budge.

Amberley sighed. "Tough costumer, eh?" She said, and placed two other gift cards in the woman's outstretched hands. She snatched them up and gave them a smile.

"Deal. The names Rory, by the way."

Addison's hands were clenched as he braced himself for what was about to happen to him. Clothing hasn't been too bad, he wasn't dressed like Rory in a punk Tumblr asthetic. He had been given dark skinny jeans, a simple plaid button down, and a black sweatshirt, giving him more of an Abercrombie model feel.

His hair had bee shaved closer to his scalp than it ever had been before - not that it was very long to begin with - and someone had found a wrist brace (he didn't like to think about where) that was a little small but was also better than Amberley's duct tape one.

Amberley was an entirely different story.

She had traded her old outfit in for black skinny jeans, a band tee - shirt, and a black leather jacket. Her hair had been cut short and slanted just underneath her chin and was a light, bubblegum pink. From the concealer on the little remaining exposed skin that made her look tan to the dark red lipstick, she was unrecognizable. The only thing she had kept was her Yankees cap, which she now wore backwards.

Addison took one look at her and burst out laughing.

"What?" Amberley frowned as he continued to wheeze and giggle.

"Mom and mom are gonna kill you!" He gasped and she paled behind her heavy layer of makeup.

"I hadn't thought of that.."

Back out again,  the two walked as Addison bought their plane tickets on his phone.

"Uh oh." He said suddenly. 

"What's wrong?" Amberley asked.

"We need parental permission to fly on our own." He explained and frowned.  "We've got contact information but we still need a social security number."

"I've got this," Amberley said, and tapped it in. Addison stared at her in shock.

"How did you know Sienna's social security number?" He asked in amazement. Amberley shrugged.

"I found it while I was searching for gum in her purse one day and it stuck ."

"You remember that but you can't remember how to calculate the volume of a prism?"

"When in the name of Mr. White's flowery boxers would I ever need to calculate the volume of a prism?"

Addison pondered this for a moment but quickly dropped it. After all they had been through, silly stuff like dissecting frogs and volumes didn't seem very important anymore.

"So now what do we do?" He asked his sister.

"We head to the airport, we go to Paris, we go to Grimm Headquarters, get our parents back and prove the freaking president of USHO wrong." She responded with confidence, though Addison didn't doubt for a second the fear he heard laced in between her words. Choosing to ignore this, he linked his arm through hers.

"Shall we?"

A/N: okay, so I've never flown on my own before and I have no idea how any of it works, this is all guesswork because guess whose too lazy to do research! But yeah. Anything involving airlines, airplanes, or airports in the upcoming chapters is probably false, guys.  Only three - four chapters to go, guys, and then the epilogue!!! I'm excited, but also sad at the same time, ya know? But enough of that.

Peace ✌️