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Mel's POV
The long drive to the airport was un eventful, and so, in many ways, the perfect opportunity to do a little plotting. Yes, I know, I am a twisted, evil little bugger (bows, and accepts applause). Yes, thank you, thank you, blame everything on them. If they hadn't broken up, then I wouldn't need to be doing this ( and yes, I know it's my fault they broke up in the first place, but that was an accident). Anyways, I think Dr. M picked the perfect gift. We're going to Europe (which is great enough by it's self), There will be no adults to interfere with my plans (not that they would want to any ways), and we're going to Paris, the city of lights, and romance capital of the world.
If there is anyplace in the world that's better to get them together in, then I haven't heard of it. Ever heard of the quote, "together in Paris"? Whoever said that, had no idea. This is going to be awesome, but I'm going to need Iggy and Ella's help. Fang still loves Max, and his behavior earlier this evening (or morning, whatever) proves it. Now, what to do about Max? She's my best friend, and I want to help her. She got Iggy and I together, or at least she helped, (by making sure we both survived (which would be a good thing)).
When we finally arrived at the airport, Dr. M hugged all of us (even Fang), and helped us get our bags checked. We waved one last time, before heading into security. I won't bore you with the usual details, of taking off our shoes, ect…, but when Fang was "randomly selected" to be strip-searched (i.e. he looked suspicious (no, Fang, why I never! (note: sarcasm))), it ended up being pretty amusing. We had to wait for him for about twenty minutes, before he came up clean, and moved on. We went to our gate, only to discover that our flight had been moved to the farthest gate, at the other end of the terminal building. And the monorail-thingy was broken, so we had to walk all the way from gate A3 to gate A79. Joy.
By the time we got to the gate, we were all pooped, and needed caffeine (what better way to start the day?), I volunteered to get us all starbucks, Iggy and Ella quickly agreed to help carry the drinks. Leaving Fang (that poor guy) alone with (a grumpy, tired, and PMS-ing) Max. I pity the poor fool. Any way, as we dragged our buts toward the nearest starbucks, I told Iggy and Ella about my plan. They agreed, and we bought the coffees, chocolate, and every other American candy we could find, in case we couldn't get them in London. When we got back, Fang was watching Max drool over this really hot English guy. His left eye was twitching. Enough said.
He was so relieved when we got back (either that or he was so caffeine dependant), that he jumped up, grabbed a coffee, and hugged Ella, Saying "I could almost kiss you guys…" then he caught Iggy's murderous glance "but, on second thought… maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea." He sat down, happily slurping his mocha (bearing an un-canny resemblance to the three year old next to him drinking out of a sippy cup. (yep, it must be the caffeine dependence)).
When we got onto the airplane, the stewardesses' uniforms were all starched, neat, and clean. They all had unbelievably preppy smiles on their faces as they gave that speech about safety precautions, that it was like they hoped the plane would crash and burn just so they would never have to give this mind numbing speech ever again. When we finally began taxiing down the runway, I realized that I didn't have any gum, so I asked Max to pass the bag that had all the candy, chocolate (It is not candy, it is a food group), and gum in it, which she had been holding on to like it was her first-born child ever since we came back from buying it. Now I knew why. "Max?" I asked. She looked up guiltily. "Where's the chocolate???" "Um… I- it ran away! I'm not kidding. It was whispering to me… calling my name… I couldn't help it!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry I ate it. It was so young. Why must the good die young???????????????" She practically howled. "Back away very slowly. Don't make eye contact." Iggy whispered to me. I tried not to giggle for Max's sake, and poor Fang just looked so disturbed, that it was a wonder he wasn't halfway down the plane already.
We took off, Iggy, Ella, Max, and I had our gum, and Fang was still slurping that mocha.
About half an hour later, Max started asking for chocolate. Then Fang's mocha ran out. Then Ella swallowed her gum, and I had to get her another piece. Iggy was flipping through the movies in the little screen in back of the chair in front of him. When the "food" that was supposed to be breakfast came (it turned out to be cream cheese sandwiches with "omelets" and a little bar of chocolate and a mug for coffee or tea) I gave Max my chocolate, Fang my coffee, and scraped the cream cheese off the bread, so that I could swallow it without barfing. The "omelets" simply didn't look fit for human consumption. Then Max began whining for more chocolate. London Heathrow couldn't come soon enough. I sighed, put up the armrest, and leaned against Iggy's warm shoulder. This was going to be a long five and a half hours.
