TYRONE’S POV
“Are we here yet?” Georgia yawned, rubbing her eyes.
“George, we’re already off the plane,” Christian laughed, pulling her along.
“Come on guys, let’s just get outside and we can get a cab,” I ushered them along towards the doors.
“Right,” Brock took charge. “Tyrone, Mitchel and Luke are going to go pee, Christian and I are going to get a cab, and you girls are going to sit here and mind the bags.”
They plopped down against the wall, surrounded by all our bags. Mitch, Luke and I made our way back across the airport to the bathroom. We were stopped by some fans halfway there, not fun when you’re about to wet your pants.
I excused myself as politely as possible and bolted to the bathroom. I was coming out to wash my hands as Luke and Mitch came in, having extracted themselves from our fans.
“Classy mate,” Luke laughed and I just grinned and shrugged before going out to lean on the wall outside the bathroom and wait for them. “Brock just texted me, they found a cab but it’s all the way down near international and it won’t come to us. So we’ve got to grab the girls and head down there.”
“That could be a little difficult,” I cut in as we emerged outside, nodding my head in the direction of where the girls were sitting on the floor, all three of them asleep.
“This is why we don’t take them out at 5 o’clock in the morning,” Mitchel chuckled, bending down to gently shake Taylah awake. He pulled her to her feet and gave her a piggy back.
“That’s not fair,” Georgia pouted. I gave Luke a look and we both shrugged. I pulled Georgia up and Luke did the same with Maeve. We hoisted up the bags and set off through the crowded path until Brock and Christian were in sight.
“Aw that’s cute,” Christian laughed as we approached, holding open the door of the maxi cab. We deposited the girls on the middle seat and they crawled over into the back while we loaded the bags into the boot.
“Home sweet home,” Brock said cheerfully as we pulled up into the driveway a little later. We jumped out and filed inside, dragging our feet and being hit full on by our own fatigue.
Our bags were all dumped carelessly into a pile in the kitchen and everyone split off into separate rooms to slip into what could possibly be hibernation. Okay not quite, seeing as I was up again a couple of hours later.
“Do I smell food?” I asked immediately as I entered the kitchen. Taylah was sitting on the bench, Maeve was on the floor against the cabinets, Mitch and Christian were sitting at the table, Georgia was sitting on top of it and Brock was in the kitchen.
“Brock’s making grilled cheese,” Taylah explained and Brock held up his cheese coated spatula for further proof. He pulled out a pile of golden goodness, putting them on plates and passing them around. Drawn by the smell no doubt, Luke emerged from upstairs, grabbing a plate on his way past.
“You’re the best Brock,” Christian complimented him through a mouthful of cheese and bread.
“Gross Christian,” Georgia said and he stuck out his tongue, giving her a less than pleasant view.
“So when will you hear from that big shot recording guy?” Maeve asked, pushing herself up to put her plate in the sink.
“Today hopefully,” Luke answered, checking the clock out of force of habit. Jason had told us he’d call by the afternoon and we were all a little nervous to find out if his people were interested.
“Want to play video games while we wait?” Christian suggested.
“How do you play video games every day and not get bored?” Taylah rolled her eyes, but followed us into the lounge room with the other girls anyway. “What are you playing?”
“Let’s play Mario Kart,” Mitch pulled out the disc and put it into the Wii. “We’ve only got four remotes though. We could team up.”
“Alright,” I nodded. “I’ll go with Brock.”
“Well I suck, so Mitch I’m with you,” Tay squeezed onto the couch beside him and he put his arm around her.
“I’ll take Georgia,” Christian patted the spot beside him on the floor and she sat cross-legged with him against the couch.
“Guess I’m stuck with you then,” Maeve sighed, sitting with Luke on the other end of the couch. He nudged her, looking mock offended and she laughed.
We switched on the game, planning to take turns to do a race each. What really ended up happening was the girls would start a race, and the guys would end up finishing it when they’d start losing and get annoyed.
I was totally owning in a race when a phone went off on the other side of the room and we all just stopped and stared at it for a second before Luke jumped up to answer it. We all hushed and watched him nervously.
“Hello,” Luke said seriously. We could hear a muffled voice on the other end, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. “Yes, this is Luke Howell. From What About Tonight, yes. Yeah, they’re here. Mmhmm.”
I was biting down on my lip, I was that nervous. This could be it for us, make it or break it moment.
“Okay, yeah,” Luke was still talking to whoever was on the line. He wasn’t giving anything away, his face was a complete mask. “Okay, thank you for your time. Yeah, I’ll let them know. Thank you, good bye.”
He hung up and turned to face us at what seemed to be an excruciatingly slow speed. We all looked to him expectantly, too scared to speak.
“Well,” he said slowly and my heart was hammering in my chest. “We did it! They want us!”
We all erupted into screams. Everyone was on their feet and we were all hugging. Mitch and Taylah kissed and somehow we started up a chant of ‘We are the Champions’ that took us out into the street where us boys raced up and down, barely avoiding getting hit by a car.
“This is it boys,” I panted, coming to a stop back at the house. “We made it!”
