As An Irwin

am fuckin' scundered

I clambered out of my chair groaning when I realised how sore my back was from sitting down for so long. Grabbing my bag and my belongings. As I walked out of the plane I was hit with a wave of heat and jaysus Christ I'm about to melt. How is it this hot? It's autum it should be cold!

I could already feel sweat dripping down my forehead by the time I had made it to the conveyor belt thing. After waiting a minute I spotted my suitcase and heaved it of the belt. Jesus this things heavy.

Once I had gotten out of the crowd I took in the airport, I'm really not sure on where im going.... I know Ashton-my father- will be waiting for me somewhere, but I don't have a clue where that is. What if he isn't there? What if he has forgotten? Why am I so paranoid?

(Just skipping all the airport immigration bullshit cuz I'm lazy)

Of course he is going to be there, he won't forget. Hopefully. I decide to trail a bunch of people and come to a little doorway, just outside it I can see people holding signs with surnames on it and decide that's where Ashton must be.

Walking out I get incredibly nervous, I can't see him anywhere. I feel like people are looking at me. I keep walking so I'm not in anyone's way and continue to look for this guy.

"Uuh excuse me..." someone behind me says timidly " are you eh, are you Christina?" I turn looking at the man speaking. My father. I look more like him than I care to admit. "Yeah, uuh Ashton?" I don't know why I ask him if that's who he is, of course I know what Ashton Irwin looks like.

"Yeah that's me, here let me take you suitcase....so eemm how was your flight?" He asks while grabbing my suitcase. "Awk it was grand yano, am right fuckung scundered though, cunt behind me was talking really loudly, was bout to fuckin' bate her."

He gives me a blank face obviously confused as to what I said. " it was okay, the woman behind me was talking loudly and I wanted to hit her" I explained since he obviously didn't understand the Northern Irish slang.

"Ooh right right, coulda just said that" he laughed. I didn't. I still hate him. " so eem you hungry want a Macca's or something?"

"A Macca's is a McDonalads right?" He shook his head yes "oh well I'm not very hungry but I wouldn't mind something incredibly caffeinated, can I just go to the toilet first though" he nodded his head quickly then said he'd meet me outside "macca's"

As I walked to the bathroom I got a bit overwhelmed, so many people talking and shouting and running. All the announcements about flights and bright lights and now I was just freaking out. Everything was so loud, I could hear the wheels of suitcases moving and everyone's heartbeat and everything was so bright in the bathroom. I sit and have a mini panic attack in a toilet stall. Fuck why am I like this?I sat there for another few minutes until I got my breath back, I stood up and walked out of the bathroom trying to stay calm around Ashton so he doesn't think I'm a nutcase. Which I am.

"Hey, I got you a monster. It's nothing but caffiene so it should keep you awake even with that jetlag" he announced with a sweet smile. I mutter a quick thanks before opening it and drinking as much as I could, desperate for an energy boost.

We walked out to his fancy ass car, Where he loaded up my bags into the boot. "You don't have many bags, was expecting more" he spoke.

"Not much I really wanted to take over, most of it is just my record collection really, could never leave those behind" I replied, my record collection is my pride and joy, most of them are from before I was born and cost a shit tonne. Most of the music I like are from bands formed before I was born. Music now is shit. No more good rock bands like Good Charlotte and Pierce the Veil, I wish I was alive when they were making music.