Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 2 - KQ is an Ugly Name

The airport was crazy, which was weird seeing that it was about two thirty in the morning. I was absolutely exhausted. I had gone a total of twenty four hours without sleep.

"Flight 425 to Los Angeles, California. You're plane will begin boarding rows 1-15 in the next ten minutes. I sighed before standing up to stretch my poor body. We had been sitting down in the uncomfortable air planes chairs for over an hour and a half.

"You guys want Starbucks?" A very familiar asked from behind me. Turning around, I nearly beamed with joy. There my brother was, looking as tall and handsome of as always. In his hands, he carried a tray of four freshly made Starbucks cups.

"Evan!" I screamed happily. He gave Morgan the task of holding the amazing coffee while I rushed into his arms to give him a large hug.

"Hello little one." He teased as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder. That's how short I was. While he was a 6'3, I was only 5'2.

"Can I get a little love?" Morgan asked.

"How could I ever forget about you babe?" Evans eyes gleamed as he took in his beautiful girl. She handed the coffee to her dad, who was watching everything with hawk eyes. Instead of going into a full make out session like I expected, they just hugged and Evan gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Nice to see you, Sir." Evan said, keeping a firm hand locked with Morgans.

"That's the closest you're going to get to touching her." He glared, a silent threat behind his words. I held back a chuckle before grabbing my drink. There was a Morgan, Evan, Robert (Morgans Dad), but no Samm. Obviously, my name had to be here. There were four cups.

Picking up the 4th drink, I examined it closer: KQ. My brow furrowed. What an ugly name.

"Hey, I'll be right back." I said to no one in particular. Before I could make it all the way to Starbucks, a group consisting of two girls and three guys stopped me.

"O. M. G." Yeah, she pronounced every syllable. "You're Samm!"

"Ha, yeah I am." I smiled awkwardly. My people skills obviously weren't very good.

"Can we take some pictures with you?" One of the guys asked. Now, they weren't a bad looking bunch, but I looked and smelled like shit.

"Are you sure? I'm in Airport clothes, nothing special."

"Yes!" Another guy said, a little more aggressive then what I wanted to hear.

"Alright." I ran a hand through my hair really quickly before I was placed in between both the girls. I gave a smile and off went the flash of the camera. Then, the three guys circled around me. Just before the flash could go off, I felt something hard slap my butt, so as a reflex, I screamed and jumped. The guy who had been behind me was laughing like a maniac.

"KYLE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" One of the girls screamed. A victory smile hit my face as I smirked at 'Kyle'. I hated dickbags like that, but I wouldn't let a douche ruin these two girls first interaction with me.

"It was nice meeting you all. Do you guys have a Twitter? I can tweet you later on." I gave both the girls a smile as they wrote down on a small card their names.

"Thank you!" All five of them screamed as I walked away.

Now, that's one of the perks, yet disadvantages about being on YouTube. I loved to meet my fans, but there were times when I just really had to go places, and they made me later then I already was.

Sighing to myself, I waked inside Starbucks. I walked to the counter and put the drink that was still in my hand on it.

"Yes Miss?" The amazingly attractive Starbucks guy asked me.