I was shook awake by Colby saying it's time to go. I looked around and everyone was gone. "Oh we do need to get going" I said grabbing my stuff and stepping out of the seat Sam following me. We quickly walked down the isle and said goodbye to the flight attendants.
"Why didn't you wake me up as soon as the plane stopped?" I asked Colby walking next to him. He shrugged "I don't know." I just chuckled and looked over to Sam. He seemed to be more quiet then usual glaring at Colby.
"You okay Sam?" I said and he looked over at me. "I'm fine" he replied speeding up. "What's got his panties in a twist" I muttered.
We went down to the baggage claim and pushed our way through the crowd. It started to move and I had this brilliant idea. I sat down on the moving baggage claim and Colby just stared at me laughing. I jumped up after a few people glaring at me.
"Why?" Sam laughed and I just shrugged "it seemed like a good idea."
We walked out of the airport and I was instantly tackled by my bestfriend. "Hey Emmy" I said laughing "mind letting me get up?" She shook her head and continued to latch on to me. I looked up at Colby and Sam. "Help?" I said and Sam came over and pried Emery off of me.
I stood up and brushed my pants off. "I missed you too Emery" I said smiling. She smiled brightly and We all walked towards our parents waving at us frantically. "Sam!" My mom yelled totally ignoring me. She ran over and hugged Sam. Colby patted me on the back and brought me over to his mom.
"Hey Mrs.Brock" I greeted her waving. "Hello Ashton how are you?" Colby's mom greeted me. "I'm good" I replied. "Sam I'm going to Colby's house" I said giving sam my suitcase. "Why? You haven't been at our house yet" sam said. "Just take my suitcase" I said and I went over to Colby.
"You coming with me?" Colby asked and I nodded. "I don't wanna deal with my mom right now" I sighed and we climbed into his moms car. Emery must have rode with my mom because I never saw her car. Colby's mom started the car and drove off
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For love (Discontinued)
Hayran KurguI'd prefer you not to read this. It's very badly written because I wrote it when I was 12.
