Popular admirers (Cameron Dallas, Matthew Espinosa, Jack Johnson)

Chapter 8: flights

**TIME SKIP TO FRIDAY**

Today is the day that Chris and I board the plane to go to New York for our first MAGCON. From today until Wednesday morning, we are staying in New York. Wednesday afternoon we are going to get on the airplane to Virginia, for our second MAGCON and Sunday night Chris and I are flying back to Canada! Since we were staying away from home for a week I made sure to pack a lot of clothing and the basic necessities (Electronics included). Our flight is for 9:00 AM and its 7:45 right now. I texted my mom, earlier in the week, to let her know about my plans for the near future and about my offer to be a part of MAGCON. As expected she didn't mind and she wished my luck and she added that she supported me through it all.

I walk to the bathroom and take a shower. Once I'm done, I dry my body and wear a crop top that says: "I am SHER locked". I absolutely LOVE the show Sherlock, it's amazing! It's my favourite show, no doubt.

I put on some makeup, I apply more than usual, but not enough that I would look fake and cakey, first impressions count you know. And I don't want to make it look like I'm some next slut. I put my hair into a high ponytail with a bow. I take my luggage as well as myself downstairs, and into the kitchen. To my pleasure and surprise, my dad is in the kitchen pouring himself some coffee.

"Hey Dad!" I greet him happily.

"Hey Phoenix, your mom told my about your little meet and greet thing, and I thought, maybe I can drop my daughter off the airport, I haven't spent a lot of time with you, lately." He says. I feel much better now that I know my dad is willing to drop me off at the airport.

"Thanks dad, would it be possible for us to take Chris with us? Because he is a part of the meet and greets convention too." I ask him.

"Of course! It's good to know that Chris will be there, he is a very well-mannered boy, and I trust him to accompany my daughter. And we can stop by to eat breakfast somewhere too." He says. I roll my eyes playfully, my dad knows that Chris isn't my boyfriend, but he acts like it a lot.

"Okay! Great!" I leave the room to call Chris... the phone call was short; I just told Chris that we will be picking him up, he sounded so enthusiastic, that's another thing that we have in common: enthusiasm. My dad calls my name telling me it's time to leave. My dad places my luggage in his big Mercedes Benz ML63. I sit shotgun and we make our way to Chris' place. I text him to come outside once we are outside his house. He instantly come out with his bags and gets inside the car. We stop at Tim Horton's for a quick breakfast. I get my usual: A small French vanilla with an everything bagel toasted with butter. My dad pays and the man hands us our food through the window adjacent to our car and wishes us good day. I indulge into my food and coffee. It's not soon that we arrive at the airport; I see the arrivals and departures of many flights and airplanes. I slowly leave the leather passenger seat - that became heated with the help of body heat - and drag myself out of the car, but I'm grinning, nonetheless. Chris also gets out in a similar fashion, his lips curling, copying mine. I proceed to the back of the car to take out my paraphernalia from the big trunk, and Chris follows me doing the same, exchanging small talk. And within a couple seconds we are standing beside the car, in front of my dad, exchanging our goodbyes, ready to leave.

"Bye Dad!" I say hugging him, he returns the embrace.

"Bye Phoenix, I love you!" He says, I return the compassionate remark.

"Goodbye, Mr. Noel!" Chris says, clasping my dad's hand firmly into a handshake.

"Aurevoir (goodbye) Collins, take care of my daughter sonny." He replies. My dad loves showing off the very minor French skills he has. He always addresses to Chris by his last name to play around with him. But then again with my dad acting like Chris is my romantic companion. Smh...

"For sure, sir!" he affirms.

"Great! Now that I know you'll be there with her, I am put at ease." My dad says, narrowing his eyes at me, knowing I'm getting annoyed. I roll my eyes half in annoyance and half for fun. Chris and I say our final goodbyes, and we head to our boarding stations. Soon enough we are through the time consuming stage of security checks and are finally on the plane. We sit in first class so we have TVs and all the awesome jazz. I sit in juxtaposition to Chris and we both get comfortable.

"Welcome to Air Canada! My name is Sally and I will be your flight attendant this morning. I request you to please be seated because we are ready for departure. Thank you, and have a nice flight!" they announce through the plane. I soon fall asleep on Chris' shoulder, into a short dreamless nap.

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"Phoenix, wake up! We're here!" a familiar voice whisper-shouts, addressing to me. I open my eyes, getting out of my comatose state. I squint my eyes to adjust to the lighting and to focus out of my blurriness to make out the person that was summoning me. Once I get adapted to my whereabouts, I see Chris standing in front of me.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up!" I rise from my seat, and naturally check for any drool on the sides of my face – thankfully there was none – and swiftly pop a gum into my mouth. I place my beats on my head and play my music, tuning out the rest of the world. Ever heard of the saying: headphones in, world out... yup, my life every day, basically. I casually stroll behind Chris through baggage claim. As usual a couple of fans came to say hello, and take a picture. I honestly love my fans without me I would be nothing even close to what I am right now. I oblige to them all taking a picture and smiling big. Soon enough we collect all our bags from the conveyor belt. We leave baggage claim and are instantly bombarded by screams but luckily I see a big white board with our names written on it in bold. I approach the middle-aged man holding the sign and greet him.

"Hello I'm Phoenix and this is Chris!" I introduce us.

"Yes I'm your driver, please follow me!" the man says in a heavy British accent. We follow him out the airport into a limo fleeting from the fans after taking pictures with the majority. He drives to our hotel in a matter of 5 minutes. Once we arrive, there are yet even more fans waiting outside the hotel, and I hear is blood-curdling screams coming from girls, and cat calls from boys. Chris and I make our way through the herd of yelling fans. Once inside the hotel I call Bart.

"Hey Bart we're here!" I say into the device that I hold up to my ear.

"Hey Phoenix, that's great! Get your key from the main desk your room number is 4321, you'll be sharing the room with all of the other viners as well, and I hope you don't mind!" he instructs.

"Alright, it's all good, I'll see you soon Bart!" and with that salutation I end the call.

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I hope you liked this shitty filler chapter. I'll upload a better chapter this weekend. It'll be the one you all have been waiting 4....

Thnx for readingggggg

Ily all

-SGD

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