"Last boarding call for flight 12 to London England!" a cranky voice with a English accent grunted from the intercom. It sounded like someone hadn't had enough coffee this morning…
But I had. Bex and I finished off our double espressos and grabbed our luggage. "Ready for this?" Bex said with a sly smile that I had learned to love and kind of fear…
We walked up to the boarding desk. Bex smiled at the desk attendent.
"Here you go." She passed our boarding passes to the man. The man glanced at the boarding passes with a confused expression. "but wait these aren't…" but by the time he looked back up Bex had grabbed my wrist and a set of keys and pulled me into a "supply closet". Outside there were loud confused voices. Bex let out a chuckle.
"I should be more surprised." I wasn't surprised that we had escaped into this closet. When I was sitting and enjoying my coffee, I had scoped out the semi-sketchy closet. Due to the architecture of the gate, this would be a very dumb place to put a closet. Also, right across the hall there was another supply closet that was bigger and there were actually maintenance people coming in and out of it.
"Well that should confuse the runway security for a while, which means that we can get out of here earlier!"
Bex flipped on the light. We were in stainless steel room. Sitting there was our luggage and a very attractive…stranger.
My shoulders tensed, I squared my hips, dropped my right foot behind my left and placed my fists in the perfect possession for easy retraction. My foot connected with the guys head perfectly between his temple and his ear. Gaurnteed to have him knocked out of at least 1 hour. That will give Macy and I enough to…
"Cammie! What are you doing! You just knocked out our PILOT. You need to relax. You are on vacation. I know you are tense since the election, but your mom gave me specific direction to let, no make, you relax and enjoy London. But hey nice kick…."
I smiled shyly and helped Bex drag the so called "pilot" into the lazy boy chair in her family jet.
The jet was waiting for us. The door was locked but we took care of that. Don't ask. When is comes to Gallagher Girls sometimes it is best to just let it go. I ran back to the main airport buildings to "fetch our bags" as Bex put it. I think she is excited to get back to London.
As I entered the room, I grabbed both of our suit cases and was about to duck back out when I realized that all the airport security guards where probably looking for us. I took one of the chairs and rigged it so that the guards would have hard time entering the closet. Bex was right. I really did need to calm down. Walking back to the plane, it hit me.
"Wait a second. Who is gonna drive the plane?"
Bex gave me that smirk again. " I thought you would never ask!"
"NO WAY! I am not driving this plane." I slowly backed away from Bex.
"Do you want me to force you to drive this plane?" My heart jumped. "Im joking! I already called another pilot. You so should have seen your face. Where is the confidence Cammie? Why don't you start relaxing and make yourself a drink. The mini fridge is over there." Bex stepped out of the main room and into the cockpit. I fixed myself a drink. I relaxed my shoulders and leaned back. I closed my eyes and kicked my shoes off. Suddenly I found myself on the ground, my arms pinned to my back.
"You should know better than to let your guard down, Gallagher Girl."
A/N
okay so this is my first story! its just alittle taste :) do yall like it? please R&R and tell me if u want me to continue!!