Chapter Nine
"You have your passport right? And driver's license?"
Mac rolls his eyes, "Yes, mommy dearest." I just shoot him a glare as we move up further in line. I twiddle my fingers, the anxiousness in me growing.
"Next!" the lady at the counter calls. I freeze. Am I really going to do this? Am I really just leaving everyone on a spur of the minute decision?
I am snapped out of my thoughts when Mac drags me behind him as we walk up to the counter.
The lady at the counter gives Mac a once over, a flirty smile forming onto her lips.
"Passport and ID, please," she bats her eyes. My stomach churns and I roll my eyes in disgust. The nerve of some people.
Mac hands her his passport and ID, not even giving her a second glance. In my head I cheer for him. I'm so proud of him, he's not like most pig guys.
"Mac Rosscran," she reads off his passport and looks at his ID, "You're good to go. Please place your baggage right here," she points to the metal plate beside her. Mac does as he's told, and she wraps the tag around it, attempting to be seductive, but again, Mac doesn't pay attention to her.
Seeing that he was not interested, she turns to me, glaring. "Passport and ID," she says gruffly, not a trace of politeness.
Smirking, deciding to toy with her, I give Mac a kiss on the cheek-thankfully, he plays along-and I saunter up to her, a smirk on my face.
"Here you go," I say sickly sweet. She just continues to glare at me and snatches it out of my hand.
She looks it over, "Sigourney Winters, good to go. Luggage over there." I place my luggage on the metal plate, she sticks the tag on it and throws it onto the conveyor belt next to Mac's.
Mac intertwines his hand with mine, I shoot the lady another sickly sweet smile, before we walk off to security.
I groan upon seeing the line at security, "We're gonna be late!"
Mac gives me a funny look, "Pey, we are here an hour and a half before our flights departs, I think we will be fine. And oh! Would you look at that! The line is moving!" He pushes me forward. I send him a glare and mumble a few curses under my breath.
"I hope they strip search you," I grumble.
"Wouldn't you love to see that, but don't worry you can strip search me any time," he waggles his eyebrows.
I try to contain the laughter that was building inside me. Smacking him I moan, "Not that way you perv!"
He shoots me a suggestive smile, "I can make you moan all night."
"Ugh." I try to sound like I'm annoyed, but the little giggle that escaped my mouth betrayed me. Getting out of our town seemed to really open him up, make him more outgoing. I liked it.
"Please remove shoes, belts, and jewelry," the TSA guy says to me, looking me over. I send him a flirty smirk, might as well have fun with it.
He shoots me back a suggestive grin, "You may have to do a strip search, ma'am."
I freeze. Well, I was definitely not expecting that. Speechless, I stare at him dumbfounded.
Mac clears his throat, "Excuse me, but unless she sends the alarm off, you will not be strip searching her anytime soon." Silently I applaud him and his bravery. Go Mac! Then he just had to ruin it by opening his big mouth and adding, "Only I get to strip search her."
I face palm and shoot him a look that shouts 'Really, Mac, Really?'. He just gives me a thumbs up.
Leaving the TSA guy speechless, we move through security without anymore troubles.
"Really, did you really need to say that to him? Was it really necessary?"
He just smirks, "Yeah, it was. He needed to stop being a perv, only I get to be a perv around you. That and I also needed to embarrass you somehow."
I groan. Just my luck. He slings his arm around me and we make our way to the gate.
Lounging around for an hour, I somehow managed to get Mac to be my own personal slave. He ran and got me my Starbucks, then some Chex Mix, and now he was currently-against his will-giving me a foot massage. Many people stared at us in awe. I knew what they were thinking, 'why can't my boyfriend/husband be like that?'
The sad truth is that he wasn't either of those to me, but I would never tell that to the onlookers. For once in my life, I felt totally happy and content. Harrison is great and everything, but I always have to be 'put together' around him, whereas, with Mac, I could be in sweats and a t-shirt and he'd still make me feel beautiful and we'd have a grand ole time. I didn't know why that was, but I liked it. It is something I wouldn't mind getting used to.
"Boarding will now begin for flight 327 to Johannesburg. At this time we welcome all platinum, priority access, business class, and first class seat holders."
Mac and I rise from our seats, he grabs my backpack, and we head over to the ticket counter. The ticket lady scans our tickets and sends us down the jetway. Walking into the airplane, we find our seats in business class.
Almost immediately, Mac starts poking me. I lift my eyebrow, shooting him a look that clearly said I was annoyed.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, when are we gonna leave?" he sounds almost like a kid.
"We will leave when we leave," I say in a dismissal tone, putting my headphones in. He just sticks his tongues out at me.
Thirty minutes after we've taken off, I feel poking once again. Taking my headphones off, I turn to him once again.
"Yes," I sigh.
"When are we going to get there?"
"We will get there when we get there," I snap, but I was actually quite amused seeing a big hulking 17 year old act like a 6 year old.
He just rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the TV.
The rest of the plane ride goes by in a blur. One minute I'm listening to music and the next I wake up on Mac's shoulder, just as the plane touches the ground.
Mac and I board off the plane wordlessly, my nerves finally starting to really take a hold of me even more than they did before. As if sensing my nervousness, Mac grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze and doesn't let go.
We walk to the baggage claim and he grabs our bags. Walking into the blistering sun we hail a taxi and Mac gives him the address to the hotel.
Settling into the back seat, he turns to look at me, "Are you ready for this?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
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Sorry that this is such a short chapter! It's more of a filler chapter. There will be action in the next one. And a surprise in either the next chapter or the one after! I won't spoil which one though!
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