Stuck With Him

Chapter twenty - seven [ 27 ]

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Chapter twenty - seven: And Nothing Else Matters

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"Okay so: do you have your passport?"

Mason rolled his eyes at me. "Harper, come on", he complained but I was adamant. Anyone who had traveled with that little pain in the ass would have been too. Mason is fun to be around but he forgets to pack anything useful and instead stuffs his suitcase with all things unnecessary like freaking comic books and a fishing rod. You try to figure that one out.

I pressed on. "Do you have it or not?"

"Yes, I have it, Mother", Mason sighed, deciding that it was easier to answer me than to fight with me.

"Show me."

"I'm not going--"

I glared at him. "Mason Oliver King you show me that passport right now or else."

"Fine, psycho", he muttered bitterly and dug around his pockets.

"Well?"

"Shut up. I know I have it somewhere."

"'I have my passport somewhere' is probably not going to impress the good hardworking people at the airport."

"I have it, okay!"

"Then show me, Maisie."

Mason finally managed to find his passport, it was next to his socks (?!) in one of the smaller compartments of his luggage. "Here you go, psychopath", he grumbled.

I smiled brightly at this. "'I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research'", I recited, happy that I got to use that reference.

"Sure, Holmes."

"You know it, Watson."

Mason huffs. "How did I end up as the wing man? I'm way more awesome than you are. I should have my own reality show."

"Yes, you should, Puddin'. Now let's get you through security. I bought a ticket to L.A. so I can hang out with you until your flight leaves", I said and pushed him forward right to the scanners.

"My hero", Mason mused and I rolled my eyes at him. We went through security and I started pestering him again.

The closer his flight neared the more I fretted. I've never really thought of myself as motherly but someone had to take care of that idiot and as his best friend I was stuck with the mission.

"Do you have your sunscreen? You're awfully pale, you'll burn to a crisp if you forget to use it. Even if it's colder there now than it's here because it's not their summer time doesn't mean you can't get sunburn. Or that it wouldn't warm by our standards. And where is your hat? Here, I bought you a water bottle earlier, take it to the plane with you. Did you remember to pack up the presents you bought for the kids?"

It was Mason's turn to roll his eyes. "Mommy, I've got this. Besides, we all already went this through once. And I have traveled before, thank you very much. I can take care of myself."

I snorted loudly. "Bitch please, we both know that your abroad adventures have always happened with a private plane and a butler involved. And you have never been to Kenya before. Did you remember to eat those malaria tablets we got you?"