"Flight 67 now boarding." The speakers cause me to shoot up in the airport chairs. I deeply rub my eyes and my mind begins to clear.
I look around awkwardly to see if anyone noticed my jerk, but thankfully, no one did.
I sigh and stand up.
Traveling alone has to be one of the most boring things I have and will ever do in my entire life.
I shouldn't complain really, traveling at all is better than staying home. I wrap one of my bags around my shoulders and start to roll my suit case into the line.
I scan over my ticket, this is much more confusing than I thought.
I begin to pull my phone out to text my mom and ask her what I do now, but it fumbles out of my hand, I quietly mumble a curse as I bend down. As I do my bag hits an elderly women and I rush apologizes before she assures me it's no problem.
"Sam said we were getting flight four twenty." I hear boys mumble behind me
I keep my eyes on the line in front of me, why is it taking so long?
"He was joking." They continue their conversation behind me.
"Well, I was excited." One of them groans
I turn my head to take a glance at them but turn forward. It must be nice to have a friend to travel with.
"Hey." One of them speaks. I turn back around to them and politely smile, "hi."
"You're traveling alone?" The taller one asks. Ones tan and ones pale, ones blonde one is a brunette, they're obviously not brothers.
"Yeah.." I trail off awkwardly, isn't that weird to ask someone?
"How come?" He continues and the shorter one nudges him, "that's weird, stop." he quietly laughs.
The tan one breaks into a smile, "sorry. Were traveling alone too." He raises his eyebrows, "For, digi tour."
Relief washes over me, "Oh, so am I." I begin to grow more comfortable, "I have no idea what I'm doing." I admit.
They both smile. Wow, they're very cute, no wonder they're internet famous.
"Yeah, I figured." He points to the Digi badge slapped on my suit case.
I quietly laugh and nod.
"So, are you a youtuber or viner or?" He continues to ask questions and the blonde one nudges him again.
"We've seen your vines, you're Charley right?"
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod. For as long as I can remember I've always hated when I had to tell or confirm my name to people, my name is Charlotte, but my parents just had to put a boy nickname on me when I was younger. I can't erase it now.
"I'm- well, we're Jack." He laughs
My hand slaps my forehead, "oh right!" I knew they looked familiar, these guys are actually famous, "you're, ugh, how did I not realize that." I laugh
I follow them on Vine but I just don't look at their stuff. I don't look at anyone's stuff really, I just post whatever comes to my head. I know I'll walk into this convention with people who already have made friends with this whole social media thing, but I haven't.
They both break into smiles, "nerves. Digi's fun as hell, you'll feel right at home. We can introduce you to our friends and stuff." The shorter one seems to read my mind
I nod, "thank you so much." The line starts to move and one of them nods their head, signaling me to walk.
"So, basically." One of their voices talks again as we walk through the little hallway to get to the plane, "I'm Johnson, and this is Gilinsky. Jack J or Jack G, whatever floats your boat.
