Why does it matter?

GeorgeWasFound

Clay's Pov

"So when are we leaving?" Nick asked, his eyes shining with excitment.

"Right now, this exact second." I replied while dragging him by his left arm, out the door and slamed it close, not even bothering to lock it.

"Hold up, what! Why?" Nick tried to get my claws off his sleeves, but it's not happning.

"Look, we ain't got no time to chit chat alright?"

"Geez, ok, let me free first." He was finally able to wriggle free from my grip as we got into the car.

"The wedding is in less then one day, it'll take half an hour to drive to the airport, and around nine hours on the plane, not to metion the wait before the plane flys." I explained while starting the car, "And we have to buy the bombs and matches when we arrive cause I don't think we have any at home, nor can we bring them into the airport."

"Ok? What do I do?"

"Try contacting Bad or Zak, they might be able to help us!"

"Alright cool, doing that right now."

It only took me 23 minutes to arrive, it's a miracal that I haven't hit anyone with that speed.

"So? Any luck?"

"No. Speaking of Bad, I don't think that I've heard any news from him since last week! I wonder where he could be or what he's doing."

"Ok, nothing from Bad." We are currently sitting at a cafe by the await area, praying that the gate would open faster.

"Wha-"

Bad news, I got fucking cut off! Dammit! Good news, I was cutted of by the announcer.

"Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 65C to England..."

"Dude! Let's go!" Nick pulled me to the front of the line.

"Hey! Can't you wait?" Someone shouted from behind.

"...are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time..."

"We need special assistance!" Nick yelled back at that guy.

"Yeah. He has a mental problem, and he's brain can't fuction right." I muttered to myself.

"...regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you."

"Hear that!" Nick screamed, "Wait ten minutes!"

Oh my god this is so fucking embarassing. I give the man, Max, the name is written on the little clip thing that they wore, my ticket. He scanned it and let me go, though did make sure Nick understand that yelling in public is inappropriate.

"Ok, so what about Zak!" I questioned as soon as we're seated.

"No clue, I havn't him checked yet-"