"Knee tapping along with my music I try to calm the nerves of the return myself and family are about to make to the states. I look over at my twin brother Marshall and I could tell he was just as nervous as I was, even though he was trying to keep his cool demeanor up. After living in America for our whole life, our dad got a promotion and needed to move to Sydney, Australia when we were 12. So we moved away at the end of our 7th year of school. Now his job needs him back at our old place so we get to move back to finish our senior year in high school, and hopefully get to stay past that. Our move was fairly sudden and was pretty heartbreaking to go through. Neither one of us wanted to leave. There were of course countless promises between all of our friends and us to keep in touch but that fizzled out after a few months. Suddenly a voice over the loudspeaker interrupted my thoughts:
"Flight 288 Washington DC now boarding"
"It's about time oh my god," Marshall exclaimed as we finally heard our call for the plane. I stood up stretching along with my brother Marshall and smirked at him. "Waiting wasn't even the hard part ya loser, we still have a day long plane ride" He groaned, "fuuuuck, I might die dude, don't remind me of that." I laughed while our Dad smacked his arm and said "Oi watch the language Marsh, remember the Americans don't curse like you're used to." Marshall rolled his eyes, "Daaad I know." We head into the plane and finally get settled into our chairs. Looking around where we seated I grinned at my dad. "So you did get us first class after all, huh?" Ever since we learned of our return he had threatened us that we would be in the back while he got to be up here on his own. Sometimes me and Marshall get too annoying for him to deal with apparently... He glanced over at me and Marsh and smiled, "You two bastards don't deserve it really but I was feeling generous." "Good on ya, Pop," Marshall said cheekily while slinging an arm around his shoulders. I giggled while my dad tried his best to look annoyed. "Just remember you two, no ordering alcohol and don't wake up are the two rules I have during this flight." We both rolled our eyes and said, "yeah, yeah.." Dad looked at us both and sighed, "you two are too alike sometimes." Right as Marshall was surely about to make another cheeky comment we overheard the flight attendant starting their speech:
"G'day mates, and welcome abroad flight 288 to Washington DC!"
I immediately cringed at the voice over the speaker. "Who the fuck says 'g'day mates,'" I muttered to myself. Clearly the attendants are pandering to the tourists on the plane.
"...looking to be about 88 degrees by the time of our arrival."
"Cringing again I look down at my skinny jeans and large sweater. How could I forget about the weather differences between Australia and America. Looks like I'll be sweating my ass off as soon as we land.
"Enjoy the flight mates!"
Thankfully it seemed the flight attendant was done and we were on the move. Sighing I lean back against my seat, put in my headphones, and play my favorite travel playlist on Spotify./span/p
17 hours in
"I pull my headphones out and look over to see my dad passed out, but Marshall awake and watching a movie. I nudge him and he looks at me. "Do you think everyone will remember us?" Marshall and I mostly had the same friend group, but he definitely had more than I did. He was very sociable and I mostly kept to two or three friends. "I dunno, Marce," he paused for a second before continuing, "I mean, I'm sure they will. We look the same pretty much, the only difference is our accents I guess." I nodded along and leaned back in my chair. "I hope they're all still there and that they do remember us. God it'd be kinda awkward if they didn't," I said. He smirked at me and I felt my face heating up as I knew what he was about to say. "You mean.. you hope a certain blondie remembers you, eh?" "No! I meant everyone, not just.. her.. and anyways that ship sailed when we moved away," I shrugged at him. "Uh huh sure, Marcy. I'm sure they all remember us." I sighed, "You're impossible sometimes." I put my headphones back in and leaned away from him. I love Marshall but god can he be a cunt sometimes. I checked the screen to see we still had about 6 hours left. Sighing I close my eyes. Trying not to think about the people we're going to see again, specifically one person, I fall back asleep.
"Marce."
"Marcy."
"Marceline!"
"Huh? What?" I sat up suddenly and looked around quickly before focusing on Marshall and my Dad both looking at me weirdly. "Jesus dude you sleep like a rock. We landed finally!" Marshall said excitedly while shaking my shoulders. I could feel a warm buzzing in my stomach. I stretched my arms up. "Thank. GOD. Holy moly that took forever." We gather all of our belongings and head off the plane to the baggage claim and get the rest of our stuff. "So Dad, do we have a car yet?" I asked. Marshall lit up and asked right after me, "Ooh yeah how are we getting to the house?" "Wait where is our new house?" I also asked. "Yeah and most importantly when are we getting food I'm starving!" Shaking my head to agree with Marshall, "Oh my god yeah me tooooo." "Will you two be quiet for just a second, Christ almighty?!" Both me and Marsh looked up at him and I could tell he was about to lose it. "We have a driver picking us up. Do you guys remember our old neighbor, Simon?" We both nodded. "He'll be taking us to our house and he was kind enough to pick up the car I bought and leave it there so we will have one when we get home. I also hired some people to set up all of our furniture and place our boxes in our rooms-" "Aww man we don't get to pick," Marshall interrupted. "No. You don't. Now as I was finishing," he looked pointedly at Marshall, "I will order a pizza from our old favorite place as soon as we get there." I perked up at that. We would get pizza from Trunks Pizza at least once a week. We headed to the exit and saw our old neighbor and friend Simon waving excitedly to us. We loaded up our stuff into his van and made our way to our house.
One hour later
"Staring out the window I started to notice things becoming more and more familiar. We finally turned into a neighborhood and pulled up to a set of nice looking town homes. Marshall was glancing around wildly and then turned to me with a smile, "Dude this is so sick, as long as they still are here Finn and Jake live in this part!" I smiled at the thought of those two. They were brothers that were friends with him and somewhat close with me. "I hope they still are here! I forgot how much fun I had spooking them," I said with a smirk. Marshall rolled his eyes with a smile, "You were such a shit to them. They were always reluctant to sleep over cause they knew you would try to scare them while we hung out." Our dad interrupted our reminiscing and said, " Marceline you're in charge of getting the pizzas, Marshall you're going to help me bring all this stuff in, okay?" Marshall groaned and I stuck my tongue out him. "Sure thing, dad," I said while he handed me the keys to the car he got. "But Dad, she doesn't even have an American license!" Dad waved his hand dismissively, "she'll be alright. Now come on then, let's get this done." We thanked Simon and went our separate ways. Looking around at the cars in the lot I hit the alarm button the keys.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Jumping with a small screech I quickly hit the button again and felt my face heat up. The car was right next to me. Luckily no one was around to see that. "Fuckin' hell..." I mutter to myself as I get in and pull up Trunks on the GPS. Only five minutes away? Nice. I get there quickly and park the car. I should've probably fixed my hair before walking in. Or at least have put a different shirt on cause holy shit was I burning up in the heat. Hopefully no one who knows me works here, I look like a mess right now. As I walk in a chipper voice yells, "Welcome to Trunks!" I tried to smile at the girl behind the counter, but it probably turned into a grimace. Noticing the girl more fully now that I was at the counter I really regretted not bothering to fix my apperance before coming in. The worker was very pretty with bright red hair. Her name tag read Phoebe so thankfully it wasn't someone I've met before. Blushing I place our order for two large cheese pizzas and one Hawaiin cause my weirdo bro would be the kind of person that likes that kind. As I wait for the pizzas to be finished I noticed Phoebe staring at me so I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're new here aren't you?" "Yeah kinda," I answered not really in the mood for small talk, especially with how gross I look and feel. "Are you going to Robinson when school starts?" My short answer apparently did not deter this girl. "As far as I know." "Cool me too! If I see you I'll say hi and try to show you around if you'd like?" I should stop being an ass, this girl is genuinely being nice to me. Before I answered she grabbed my pizzas and handed them to me. "Thanks, and yeah that'd be sick if you could." I answered as politely as I could. "No problem!" she called back to me as I left the store quickly. My stomach was growling at the smell of pizza and all I wanted to do was eat and then sleep for two days straight.
I drove back quickly and walked into my new house.
Well, townhouse.
Same difference.
As I walked in I shouted, "I'M BACK WITH FOOD," only to realize they both were sitting on a couch about five feet from me looking at me. "Oops my bad guys." We quickly devoured the pizza and I could feel the exhaustion hitting me. I checked the time to see it was only 7 at night. I looked over and could tell my brother and dad were just as tired. "Weeellll guys, I'm gonna go pass out for eternity now. Peace." I said while standing up. They both said their good-nights as I headed up the stairs to find my room. I opened a few doors and noticed none of the rooms were mine. Confused I walked downstairs and looked at my dad. "Uh dad-"
"Downstairs sweetie." He interrupted. "Both yours and your brothers room are down there to give me some form of peace."
I shrugged. "Ah. Makes sense honestly." Marshall nodded in agreement while following me down the stairs. He ran ahead of me once downstairs to the door at the end of the hallway. "Night fuckhead, see ya tomorrow." He said while closing the door. Rolling my eyes I walked into my room. I sighed in immediate relief when I saw my bass sitting on the bed. It was shipped with my other boxes and I missed her too much. Looking around at my room I could see it was fairly big, bigger than my room in Australia. My many boxes (of mostly clothes) were scattered around the room. I'll worry about those tomorrow. After gently placing my bass on the ground and stripping down to my pj's, I crashed onto my bed and passed out instantly.