Reunited ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 13

*HARLEY'S POV*

I woke up at 5:00 this morning. Our flight leaves at 8:09.

(A/N why do flights always have such weird departures? I have a flight in a couple of weeks that leaves at 5:39 in the morning...)

I grabbed my suitcase and exited my room, then walked the couple of feet to Peter's room and gently knocked on the door. He swung it open, his hair messy and his eyes looking tired.

"Hey," he drawled out.

"Hi."

"I'm almost ready," he said, standing in his pajamas and yawning.

I laughed, "Take your time."

He did take his time. It was almost 6:30 before we left. He denied it, but I'm pretty sure he slept for another 45 minutes after I came to his room.

"Come on Peter we have to go," I said, walking into his bathroom where he was busy combing his hair. "It's only 6:30," he said defensively.

I don't think he's flown on a public airplane a lot considering his dad owns a private plane.

"Yes," I sighed, taking his hand, "but we have to get our boarding passes, check our bags, go through security, and find our gate."

"That's so much work," he groaned.

Rich people...

"I know," I stuck my bottom lip out, mocking him. "But it'll be okay."

He turned the light off in the bathroom and we walked to the lobby, where Steve and Tony had taken our bags down for us. We hugged them and said our goodbyes.

"Bye Dad," Peter said to Tony and then turned to Steve. "Bye Pops."

Tony took me by my shoulders and then came in for a big hug. "Come back soon," he said. I promised I would. I said goodbye to Steve too, and then we walked out to our taxi waiting for us at the front.

"Hey Happy," Peter said, climbing into the side of the car closest to the street. "Hey kid," the man driving said.

His name is Happy?

He drove us to the airport, we said goodbye, got our stuff, and walked in.

We walked to the American Airlines section and got our boarding passes printed, then checked our bags. The lady ended up putting Peter's ticket onto my bag and my ticket onto Peter's bag but I guess it doesn't really matter.

(A/N this happens to me and my sister EVERY TIME)

Then, we had to go through security.

UGH.

We got in the standard line and waited until we were at the end of the rope to take our shoes off. Then we put our carry-on bags up on the conveyor belt along with our shoes and phones. We both went through the metal detector and silently prayed that it wouldn't beep, even though we had nothing to hide.

We got our stuff and sat down on a bench to put our shoes back on. "Now wasn't that fun?" I said in a mocking cheerful voice, nudging Peter with my elbow. He just grunted.

"Gate B14." I read the boarding pass, concentrating on the passing numbers overhead. People passed by us, some talking and laughing, some running, some standing still, reading their tickets.

We're in the C section.

Are you fucking kidding me??