Life Is Beautiful » Lil Peep ✔

~~epilogue~~

"Bro, you don't understand how epic this is gonna be," Gustav said, jumping up and down--his bag doing the same on his back. He and Ivy stood in line at the small Subway in the airport since it was lunchtime and their flight hadn't departed yet.

"Why is that, Gustav?" She asked looking up from her phone and turning down her music so she could talk to her friend.

"'Cause the last time we went w-"

"Last time?"

"Yeah. Oh, I forgot to say! We've been to the Hollywood Universal once and Orlando one twice. The reason we're going to the Orlando one rather than Hollywood is that there are too many people and the hotels are disgusting." Ivy looked at him like she had something to ask/say. "One of the hotels doesn't clean their sheets. How do I know? I slept on blood. And I know it wasn't mine 'cause I was wearing a onesie. Don't judge me 'cause I was flipping 11."

"Aw. That's cute." Ivy smiled, taking out both of her AirPods. "Minus the blood part."

"Yeah. That night messed me up." He acted like he had chills. "And that's the story of why I hate hotels and always check the sheets before I settle down in a room. Spooky right?"

"Very," the black-haired girl chuckled and stepped up to the counter to order, Gustav following. They quickly got their food, paid, and rushed back to the gate to meet up with Liza. She was standing in line, waiting for them. They walked up to her. "We're here, Ms. Womack. No need to worry."

"Good. Did Gus slow you down?" Ivy and Liza shared a laugh but the blonde-and-black-haired teenager just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"I don't appreciate you guys hazing me about me being bad at sports."

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They got on the plane and sat in their seats--Gus sat against the window, Ivy in the middle, and Liza on the outside. The girl and boy quickly ate and Ivy pulled out her MacBook, Gustav pulled out a MadLibs book he had bought in the Airport along with a green, fuzzy pen. Ivy had put back in her AirPods while Gustav opened to a random page. He laid on Ivy's arm, her not opposing.

"What's a good adjective?" The blonde-and-black-haired boy asked and looked up at the girl. "Vy..."

"What? I'm emailing someone important." She took out an AirPod.

"What's a good- oh nevermind. I got one. The n-word." He said, writing it down.

"Gus!"

"What? I was just writing Nigerian! See?" He gasped. "That's not okay to think about, Ivy! But can I get a noun?"

"Uh... note."

"Okay." He wrote it down.

"Are you actually filling out a MadLibs by yourself?"

"Ya, and?" Ivy shook her head and laughed, putting her AirPod back in and going back to typing. "Proper noun... hm. Oh!How about Brendon f-ing Urie? Yeah, that's perfect... like Brendon."