Jack hummed softly to himself as he gazed out the small window beside him. It hadn't been any more than two weeks since he returned to Ireland when he had to come back to California. Though he didn't mind.

After all, he was eccentric about the convention, and he began drumming his fingers on an arm rest impatiently. He had just woken from an unexpected nap and now felt buoyant with energy. Though he hadn't planned the break, drifting off unintentionally wasn't a surprise. He hadn't been getting much sleep since he'd went back home. Though it had been three weeks since the 'incident', and he was now focusing on his videos, Anti and Dark still encroached his mind.

Jack let out a sigh and leaned back. Why did it seem this was taking too long? He blinked as he felt his phone buzz and quickly checked it. The text was from Mark.

'Is the flight delayed?' Jack finally saw the time.

'Must be. But why didnt you just check the flight plans instead of me?'

'I just wanted to double-check,' Jack grinned a bit.

'Are you too short?'

'These people standing in front are like basketball players! and I'm not short!'

'You're like a red headed elf'

'Fuck you. Your a leprechaun'

'So can you stand on a bench and see how delayed it is?' Jack asked, deciding to drift away from their teasing insults.

'I feel a little offended that I have to go on a bench, but yeah I'll try' Jack lowered the phone and gazed out, briefly studying the houses below. After a few moments, the height caught up with him and he turned away. He glanced down as Mark replied.

'Its about a half an hour delay'

'That sucks' Jack replied a small disappointed sigh.

'Could have been worse with the storm' The Youtube perked up a tad.

'What storm?'

'The storm that crossed your flight path'

'A storm crossed the flight path?!'

'Yeah'

'It must have been while I was sleeping' Jack sat back and glanced outside again, studying the cotton balls lazily drifting by. He blinked, wondering how the weather just changed like that, before checking back on his texts.

'Damn, you must have been out cold *laughing emojis*'

'Are you sure?'

'Not sure about you being cold, if that's what you mean'

'No, idiot. The storm'

'Oh. Well, I could be wrong. I'm not a weatherman'

'They have names'

'Like you know what they are' Jack rolled his eyes a bit and glanced out, seeing the plane already descending.

'Hey, are you sure you got the right plan?'

'Uh, yeah pretty sure'

'Did you ever even see it?' Mark didn't seem to reply for about a minute.

'No.' Jack chuckled.

'Was it because you were too short?'

'I am not that short and the guys in front of me were like 6 ft tall!'

'First of all, 4 feet tall is short, second, I doubt they were that tall'

'I am 4 feet and 9 INCHES GODDAMIT'

'Still short'

'Okay you can go fuck yourself and get a taxi Im leaving the airport' Jack laughed aloud and quickly quieted down when he got confusion looks.

'Lol, can you at least get me one from Uber?'

'Sure' Jack sat up straighter and glanced out to see the runway flying by as they neared the ground. It bounced once or twice against the ground before the plane then ran against it as it lost momentum.

Jack's shoulders slackened and he breathed a breath of relief. He looked down and saw Mark had given him multiple texts.

'Your driver is Wilford Warfstache'

'I see your plane'

'Where should we meet?' Jack paused before silently texting back.

'Luggage pickup?'

'Yas' Jack stuffed his device in his pocket and stretch his arms upward.

"Attention passengers, our flight his landed. You may unbuckle and depart the plane," A voice explained over the speaker. Jack unfastened his belt and slowly stood, keeping himself bent slightly so he wouldn't knock it against the top.

He slipped out just behind a woman and excitedly walked forward. He couldn't wait for his convention!

"Markimoooooo!" Jack hugged his friend before drawing back with a grin.

"Ahem?" Jack looked around and smiled sheepishly as Felix folded his arms and tapped his foot in mock impatience.

"So is the most well known and sexiest Youtuber ere not important?" Felix asked.

"Of course. I'm totally important," Jack's grin widened as Felix snorted and smiled.

"But the convention is in just a few days!" Bob smiled brightly. "Aren't you excited?"

"Uh, DUH. I'm hyped!" Jack enthusiastically grabbed his bag's handle and rolled it along as they walked in a clump. They were politely interrupted a few times by some passing fans, in which they gladly shared a few words and even took pictures.

"Gah fook, what as I sayin'?" Jack asked as they walked away from to teenagers who were now walking away, shooting glances at the Youtubers and talking in voices filled with unbeliever wonder.

"I don't know, but I gotta go," Mark suddenly hurried through a turn aisle and vanished outside the airport. Jack and Felix shared a perplexed look before following. They all stopped outside and gazed around for Mark.

"HALLOOOO THERE!" Mark exclaimed as he came yo behind them. Jack gasped and gripped his chest, breathing heavily as he turned around.

"Gave me a heart attack!" He exclaimed as he quickly calmed down.

"Sorree," Jack realized Mark had his comically small pink mustache on. "Aanywaays, Maaarkimoo already paed for your trip."

"Oh!" Jack suddenly laughed as h realized why Mark was acting like Wilford. "You're from Uber. The Wilford Warfstache Mark sent."

"Precisely," He nodded and quickly walked past them. "Folloooow me into my wonderful texe."

Jack followed quickly while Wade and Bob hung back to argue about some movie. Felix was busy posing for a photo from a fan, though once the broke apart he quickly followed the all. Mark- -or Wilford- -opened up the back door.

"I call shotgun!" Felix shouted.

"Aye, I'm the one who got him from Uber," Jack raised a hand and Felix halted. "So I get front seat."

Felix reluctantly agreed, while Jack got to sit up front. Once they all got on the road, Wade brought up the convention after winning whatever argument he had been having with Bob.

"So, what should we do for the convention?" He asked.

"Ye guys don't have a plan!?" They all shook their heads. Jack sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"I was thinking Cards Against Humanity," Mark brought up.

"Seems a little too inappropriate. We might be havin some younger kids in the audience. Plus, we won't be able to cut out all of our horrible remarks." Jack pointed out.

"How about a flip challenge? Matthias and Team Edge did some pretty crazy Shit," Felix piped in.

"Because flipping chairs on a stage seems safe," Bob muttered.

"Buzzkill."

"How about we do some sort of onstage gameplay?" Wade suggested.

"Yeah!" Felix and Jack chipped. Bob nodded in agreement while Mark absent mindedly gave a small nod and focused on the road.

"So what might we do?" Felix asked.

"HAPPY WHEEEEEELSS!" Jack's yell made Mark swerve the car a bit with a gasp. "Oops."

"Jesus Christ you scared the crap out of me!" Mark exclaimed was he righted the car and continued.

"Sorry," Jack replied with a chuckle as he sat back.

"I think we should try to find a new game to play, so its all new content." Bob said.

"Yes!" Jack purposefully made himself quieter. Mark gave him an amused glance before nodding in conclusion to the idea.

Felix pulled out his phone and unlocked it. "I'll go see if I can find some popular ones now."