A Trip To Die For- LREF Fanfic

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Okay guys I've adopted this story from @brentinator so if you havent already, go follow her page!! I'm going to post everytting that @brentinator had so far today, and I'll try to update this weekend but I'm going on vacay so you might have to wait until next week. Also I apologize in advance for the short chapters, but I do short chapters more frequently rather than taking a month to write a chapter cuz that's what will happen if I do. Enough of my rambling!!!
*all the characters* "FINALLY!!"
*Me* *sigh*
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And remember, don't break anything." Davenport finished as he was talking to the five teens in front of him.

Since they had all been through so much stuff in the past year, Davenport decided it was time they took a vacation. So, he arranged for his private jet to take them from Centum City, Illinois, to Palm Springs California for some rest and relaxation.

Chase however, had a large secret he was keeping from his group, so he was already running his super intelligent brain, trying to figure out a way he could get out of the vacation.

"What if the Shapeshifters attack again? One of us should stay here, just in case."

"If they do attack, then you can be brought back, but you all need a vacation. Go get packed. The plane will be ready to get you guys. As for me, I'm going back to Mission Creek to go spend time with Tasha. Call me if you need anything." He said before walking out of the room to get in his helicopter.

While Skylar, Kaz and Oliver rushed to go get packed, Bree stopped him.

"Hey, why did you try and stay?"

Chase sighed, knowing that he could trust Bree before explaining.

"I get airsick, remember? When Douglas took us in his helicopter, both the times we went into space, I was pretty much sick the whole time. I don't want a repeat of that."

"Chase, it'll be fine. Or we could just drug you up with Dramamine before we leave, and not only will you not be sick, you'll be asleep the whole time. After all, it's only a three hour and forty five minute flight."

"That stuff doesn't work on me. It only lessens my puke by 10%. And that's not helping." Chase spat as he pulled the statistics from the back of his brain leading Bree to roll her eyes.

"Fine. Have fun being in the cubicle the whole time." She smirked, going to pack as Chase rolled his eyes before doing the same.

After 20 minutes, everyone was packed and in the plane, Skylar and Oliver being all lovey-dovey and sharing a bag of peanuts, watching The Titanic while Bree and Kaz has turned on The Maze Runner with several snacks to themselves. Meanwhile, Chase was in the back, drugged up on Dramamine, beside a paper bag and next to the cubicle as he tried to relax in his seat, forcing himself to sleep, but his stomach wasn't letting him get away from the torture and kept churning.

The plane had started lifting off, which did not help Chase's air sickness as he continually had to swallow vomit. And as soon as the pilot, Jackson Coleman, had announced it was safe for them to take off their seatbelts, that's what Chase did...and ran to the cubicle while the contents of his stomach emptied into the very small toilet.

A few minutes after realising his breakfast, bile and stomach acid, Chase didn't feel refreshed, in fact, now he had a migraine, but he didn't feel as nauseous anymore, which was surprising to the teen as he grabbed a water bottle and some Tylenol before drifting into a care free sleep.