We Align

O'Hare

O'Hare

Let's get to the point.

I travel a lot.

I am also the type of person to have a lot of 'friends'... from all over the world.

This time I was going to Nashville, Tennessee. Again. Yes, I've been there before but, this time, instead of having a layover in Atlanta. My family was in Chicago.

This is where I met my egotistical twin brother from another mother...

and father.

Caleb. Cartel.

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After landing in Chicago, my eldest sister and I went to get some booster juice, because why not?

Although before that, I went to the washroom. It was so hygienic. I loved it.

As I was walking back, I saw a light brown-eyed, mixed boy with curly hair. He looked much older than me. He was frantically making a video of himself and his green-eyed, mixed friend with straight back cornrows skateboarding down the busy hall.

I thought that they were insane trying a stunt like that in an airport. No one said a thing about it. I was not about to speak up either. With my hand luggage close by me, I walked back to booster juice to meet my sister. I put on my headphones, and I did not pay attention to my surroundings. My sister got my drink, and we were preparing to head back to my mom.

Midway back, I forgot the napkins I was told to get, so I went back on my own to retrieve some. I was probably jogging with a drink and luggage in hand. I almost arrived. I was practically 15 steps away from the counter.

Then all of a sudden. BAM!!

I am on the floor. My drink is everywhere. It was such a good drink. Come on! It was an orange creamsicle too! Thank God none of it was on me. I look up and see the curly head searching for his skateboard that happened to be right beside me. He did not look sorry at all. He dared to complain that I was the one who got in the way of his filming and that if I wasn't walking, he wouldn't have crashed into me.

I am not the type to be so confident in front of strangers, but I had some sort of confidence and rage surging through my body. I was livid. "Hey, basta-" I barely got out as the curly head cut me off, "Caleb Cartel." I raised an eyebrow, and he clarified, "you know you cannot just call anyone you do not know a bastard. I have a name. Caleb. Cartel. You are?" I stood up.

Confusion hit me hard. Who was this guy? How come I'm suddenly not livid anymore? Why was he being nice after being a complete jerk? "Madison?" Caleb asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hold up, how do you know my name?" I asked. I didn't tell him.

"Well, while you were zoning out, I took your I pod and asked Siri, 'who am I?' Your name is Madison." He replied dully. Well, that was a bit creepy. I yank the device out of his hands.

"So, uh..."

"Caleb Cartel."

"Right Caleb Cartel?"

"Yes, Madison."

"Leave me alone." I've had enough of this guy.

"Why?"

"You are a stranger, and I now have to make an excuse to my family as to why I'm taking so long and why I have no drink. Thanks a lot."

He smirked, "You are so very welcome."

"Jerk," I muttered under my breath loud enough for him to hear and began walking away to get napkins.

He followed me. Then he grabbed my hand, "Hey! No one talks to me like that!" He was getting upset, and it was amusing to me.