Ordinary {An O2l Fanfiction}

Chapter Two

Recap (Don't have to read, just a refresher):

Tatum entered herself and Max in a contest to win Meet & Greet tickets with O2l, a YouTube group that Max hates. Max reads the email, finds out they won, calls her mom, and gets the approval to go, with the exception of her mom having to go with. Max expected a flat out no and is surprised she didn't get yelled at. She really didn't want to go, but knows she will have to go if she wants to stay friends with Tatum.

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[Fast forward to packing day]

{Tatum's POV}

"Oh my goodness gracianious I am tired!" I said, slumping against the wall, Max next to me.

"Did you seriously just say that?" Max asked.

"Say what?" I wondered, looking to her.

"Goodness gracianious." She said, staring at me with a dull expression.

"I always say that."

"Since when?"

      "Uh, since always. Like when I started to watch Joey Graceffa? You probably don't know who he is anyway."

"Whatever. Get up. We need to get the rest of our bags into the trunk of my mom's van."

"Do we have to do it now? I'm so hot and sweaty." I complained.

     "It's not my fault you decided to pack the entire kitchen in your humongous bag." She pointed to my luggage.

     "You need to be prepared for anything" I explained, "You never know what could happen in the City Of Love." I said, folding my hands together.

     "I'm pretty sure that the 'City Of Love' is Paris. And that's in France." She pointed out, putting quotes around it.

"Shut up. In my world, it's in L.A." I said.

"Well then I don't wanna be a part of your world." Max replied.

"Good, you weren't invited anyway." I said, turning away.

     "Why don't you two shut your mouths and carry the rest of the bags to my car?" Max's mom said from behind us.

We finished packing up the car and began the 20 minute drive to the airport.

[At Airport]

{Max's POV}

"We're here!" Mom sang.

"Finally. That felt like a lifetime." Tatum sighed.

     I rolled my eyes, took my bags out of the car and sat back to watch Tatum struggle to get hers out. She stopped and looked at me.

"Aren't you going to help?" She asked, clearly annoyed.

"Should I? I mean, it is your bag." I said.

She grunted, "Fine, whatever." 

     I stood at the curb with my bags in hand, scrolling through my Instagram feed while my mom and Tatum emptied the rest of the car out. It took 20 more minutes, about 15 more than I spent getting my bags. 

     "Can we go now? I don't want to miss our flight." I complained, now putting my cell phone into my butt pocket (A/N; back pocket, not a pocket in one's butt).

"Yes, we need to go. Like right now." Mom said, starting to freak out.

     "Calm down, mother. We still have a few minutes before we have to get to the check in and a half hour before our flight takes off. Trust me, I made sure we left at a specific time, knowing how long we would take for each thing." I said, feeling sure we would make it on time.