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It was a rather busy day at one of Colorado's airports. Two girls were sharing a single bench while waiting for their escorts to pick them up.
The teenage girl on the right side of the bench had bluish-black, thin, straight hair that stopped at her waist. The bangs were platinum with neon green streaks. The top layer of her hair was short, teased and full of blonde streaks. Her bangs covered her right eye; which was a golden sepia color. She was wearing a black vest that stopped below her bust, a pink undershirt that was the same length as the vest, white skinny jeans, black Goth stilettos, and a neon green ribbon choker.
The girl on the left had golden blonde hair that had her hair in a half bun, the tail was braided and in a bun; her bangs brushed to one side. Her moss green eyes were a mix of boredom and anticipation. She was wearing a jean jacket; the hood was rimmed with faux fur, and oversized scarlet guys' shirt, purple skinny jeans, orange high tops, and on her head was a pair of orange sunglasses.
Both girls were listening to their own iPods. The blackette had a blue iPod with black DJ headphones. The blonde had a scarlet iPod and orange ear bud headphones.
The blonde sighed before standing and walking towards the luggage that had finally gotten off the plane. She grabbed the purple suit case and a scarlet messenger bag.
Just as she was going back to her seat, the blonde was tackled by a blonde teenage boy.
"Kenny!" the blonde girl squealed in surprise, "What the hell, dude?"
"Aw! C'mon, I love you! I'm not allowed to express that?" a boyish voice laughed.
"You're not allowed because the way you express your affection is awkward!"
"You know you like it, Logan." Kenny said in a matter-of-fact tone, as he let go of the blonde girl.
"Yeah, I love you lusting after my body you whorish boy!" Logan hissed playfully, smoothing out her clothes.
Logan looked at the blonde, her eyes widened slightly at seeing that she was staring at his chin and neck, she looked up slightly, "You bastard! How dare you grow taller than me!"
Kenny had the same golden hair as Logan and shaggy, but his eyes were sky blue. He wore an orange long sleeved hoodie with a rip on the on the upper left sleeve, under that was a purple fishnet shirt, black jeans, and scarlet converse.
Kenny grinned happily and grabbed Logan's suitcase, "C'mon, I had to borrow Stan's pick-up, I can't keep it all day, ya know!"
"You don't have a car?" Logan asked, walking beside Kenny.
"I have a Harley for the moment…" he commented, "But I'm wanting to upgrade to something faster."
When the couple walked by the bench, Logan saw the other girl walking towards the luggage drop-off with a brown haired middle-aged lady. Once the two had reached the truck, Kenny put Logan's luggage in the bed.
"Hey cousin, what do you want to do when we get to South Park?" Kenny asked as he started the truck.
"See the guys I guess." Logan murmured as she looked out the window, "Kick Cartmen's fatass, and tease him with Cheesy Poofs."
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Back at the luggage drop-off, the black haired teen and middle-aged brunette were grabbing her neon blue suitcase and a couple black duffle bags.
"Alright, Croy-ia! Are you ready to go?"
"I suppose…" came the quiet, calm reply, "Let's go, Ms. Cartmen."
"Alrighty then!" Ms. Cartmen flitted out of the airport and toward her car, a blank-faced Croy-ia following closely behind.
When the black haired girl had put her in the trunk, she sat in passenger seat and took out a small baggy from her pocket; in it were many studs and hoops. As she sat there, she began to put the piercings back in place.
As Croy-ia finished, she had her eyes brows done three times, twice down the bridge of her nose, her ears, her lip, her bellybutton, and her hips.
Ms. Cartmen stared at Croy-ia before smiling at her, "My! Have a lot of piercings! Didn't all those hurt?"
"Not at all, Ms. Cartmen. It was rather pleasurable." Croy-ia answered quietly, before asking, "May I call you Auntie, Ms. Cartmen? Continually calling you Ms. Cartmen is slightly awkward…"
"Oh!" Ms. Cartmen gasped in surprise, but smiled widely, "Of course, dear! I would be delighted if you called me Auntie!"
"Okay, then…Auntie." Croy-ia murmured as she closed her eyes and turned on her iPod. Ms. Cartmen gave a small sigh and began her drive towards South Park.