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October.
"Home, sweet home," Michael sighed in content, pushing the luggage cart slowly. "No more white snow or exceptionally nice people."
"No more parents," I muttered to myself, hoping he didn't hear me.
"Hey, Tobe. You-ah, you trust me, right?" Michael asked randomly and I turned to him, furrowing my eyebrows and tilting my head.
"Well, yeah," I replied a little perplexed, joyful that he finally spoke to me. We only ever uttered a few words on the plane; he even let me take the window seat. That's when I knew things haven't settled down yet. "Of course, I do, Michael. You're my best friend. I love you, man," I punched his shoulder and he grinned childishly, letting out a little baby-like noise before letting go of the luggage cart completely and trotting over to me, pulling me in sideways into his reach.
"It hurt the most when I had to give you the window seat," he muffled against my back, his chin hitting my shoulder once in a while. "That was a pretty big sacrifice."
I laughed and pushed him away, fishing my phone out of my pocket to check my texts. I've sent three to Luke, one to make fun of his lame joke and the other two about picking me up, but neither of them had been delivered. Weird.
"When's Lucifer going to get here?" Michael whined, rocking back and forth on his heels and attempting to put both of his feet up on the cart, trying to use it as a transportation device.
"I don't know," I responded glumly, my eyes widening as I watched Michael trip over the whole pushcart, causing our entire luggage to fall to the tiled ground.
"Michael! You'll get us banned if you keep doing that!" I silently scolded him, pulling up my own luggage and rolling it on its wheels out of the airport exit, with Michael skipping after me when he had fixed the pushcart and gave it to a guard standing by, flashing him a polite, shy smile.
"Where the hell is he?" I scratched my head, starting to get impatient, when a voice hollered down the pavement walk, with none other than Calum running towards Michael and I, out of breath.
"Luke- cleaning....so tired," he panted once he reached us, putting his hands on his knees and dropping his head.
"Calum!" Michael squealed, jumping on the exhausted boy's back resulting them in toppling over.
"Get off!"
"But I missed you."
"October, Luke couldn't make it," Calum stated as he got up, dusting his dark pants off.
My shoulder slumped, my heart sinking to my stomach. He didn't even bother to pick me up? What was he supposedly cleaning that made him so busy?
He hadn't called me since our rather interesting phone encounter a few days ago, which made me feel a little insecure. Had I done something wrong?
Maybe I should've just believed him when he told me he was jacking off. Maybe he was mad about that.
This is embarrassing just to think about.
"Oh," I mumbled, playing with the hem of my sweater and shaking my head slightly. "Well, whatever. Can we go, now? I just want to go back home and, like, eats lots of chips."
Calum smirked, pushing away Michael's hand repeatedly as he tried to hold onto Calum's hand. "Oh, I surely doubt that would actually happen." he gleamed, grabbing the handle of our luggage and rolling them down the airport's sidewalk.