Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts

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JOE'S POV

We've been on the plane for about 3 hours now. Patrick fell asleep pretty quickly due to the dramamine he took to help his plane sickness we didn't know he had. Pete, Ryan, and Brendon are both barely awake and Andy sits next to me on his phone.

The flight was supposed to be 4 hours, so we'll be there soon. I've just been snacking this whole time, which may be an extremely bad idea if the portal did what it did to us last time. I'm not about getting vomit all over me as I make my first reappearance in 3 years when I fall into America.

We land about a half hour earlier than expected and I wake up Patrick and the other three before standing and grabbing the few things I brought from the overhead cabinet.

Us and the rest of the passengers all filed off the plane and into the airport. None of us brought much so we only had small carry-on bags we took on the plane with us.

We exited the airport and pulled up Google Maps to find our way to the portal. I found the way first so we followed the directions to the shop it was found behind. Luckily, that was only a few blocks away.

It took roughly 10 minutes to get to the shop, and we were all now sneaking under police tape. A weird feeling entered me. I looked back to the others and knew Patrick, Andy, and Pete were all feeling it too. Yet, we carried on.

5 minutes later, I saw a green color glowing. I started sprinting, everybody else behind me. The portal stood before us, but was closing quickly. We all threw our bags down and looked at each other before they motioned me to go in.

I took my jump through the neon glow.

3RD POV

Joe passed through. The entrance closed more. Patrick jumped. It closed more. Andy dove in, Ryan hot on his trail. It was almost fully closed. Pete stuck his arm through. It closed, and Brendon and Pete were left alone in the woods.

Pete's arm had gotten stuck in between, and his forearm was completely missing. Brendon stared in panic at the lost limb. Pete screamed in terror, pain, and sadness. His closest friends, as well as the one he loved, were all at home now. Pete was stuck on the other side.

"We've gotta get you to a hospital right now, Pete." Brendon stammered out, picking up the short man and beginning to run to where civilization started. A lot of blood was being lost.

In America...

3 of the 4 Suitehearts made it through, as well as Ryan. All of their natural clothes returned as they passed through.

"You guys are, uh, all still the same, right?" Ryan asked cautiously.

The shortest boy in yellow smiled. "Dr. Benzedrine, you know me as Patrick though. Call me Benzedrine."

"Horseshoe Crab, but I'm Joe. Call me whatever, just not Joe. The town doesn't know us by our normal names." Horseshoe explained.

"Donnie the Catcher, just call me Donnie or whatever though. Also, Andy." Donnie grinned.

"Wait a second," Benz's smile dropped. "Where's Brendon and Pete?"

Everybody stopped. A soft thump was heard on the ground. They turned around to face the noise as a horrified look spread across all their faces. Pete's arm had come through the portal and was now laying in front of them.

TOLD YALL THAT YOUD HATE ME OH GOD DONT ATTACK ME THX honestly u can tho i deserve it for this shit skskskks