Ricky Dillon's Little Sister (O2L fanfiction)

Game Plan

Connors p.o.v

"Sorry it's just so hot when you're mad." Ashley says as she pulls away for the kiss.

I look at her and smirk. "So where to now?" I ask as her phone rings. She holds up a finger as she answers the phone.

"You're kidding!" she yells into the phone. "I'll be right there." Then she closed the phone.

"Where to?" I ask knowing she was excited for something and she was going to need me to take her. Before she could answer me I got a text from JC.

: Hey do you think I could hang with you today? Ricky bailed last night and hasn't came home yet:

I show Ash the text. "perfect." At first I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or serious. Then she took my phone and texted him back.

: Hi it's Ash. We're going to pick up my friend Shelby from the airport, you want to come with? :

Within seconds he texted back.

: Sounds fun:

Ash closed my phone and handed it to me. Our dive was quiet till Ash plugged in her iPod. The rest of the way to the house we were singing as loud as we could. As we pulled in we saw JC sitting on the porch in his favorite outfit. I don't know why he has one but I know he only wares it when he's excited.

I turned down the volume as JC climbed in the back seat. "Eww look who put on his big boy pants." Ashley teased.

JC laughed. "So where is she going to stay while she's here?"

"Probably with Andrea and I." Ashley answers as we drive down the street.

When their conversation got boring I turned the radio back up to drown them out. After about 15 minutes of us all screaming Miley Cyrus lyrics at the top of our lungs we finally got to the airport.

I parked the car then Ashley made a game plan. "Ok, so I think we should all split up and when one of us finds her we'll call the other two and come back to the car."

"Why don't you just call her?" I ask.

"I think it's dead. Every time I call it just goes to voice mail." She explained as we walked to the entrance.

When we got inside we each decided where we were going and then put our hands in a pile. "Team work on three!" I yell. "One, two, three"

"Team work!" we all yell as loud as we can, earning some questioning looks from the people around us, before we all split up.