"My poor baby was so terrified. Another nightmare about mom dying. Fuck, she's never been the same since then. I can't do anything for her, but just hold her, and listen to her cry for hours. What a great fucking sister I am." Her voice saddened, she was clearly upset and losing her temper, which was never a good thing. I gently tugged her close to me. She looked down at me, and it looked like she had completely forgotten that I was there.
"Thanks, midget." She said, trapping me in another one of her bear-hugs. I let it slide this time, and gently hugged her back.
"Alright. I'm going to go back home and get packed up. I'll see you guys at the airport." Yang said. Jaune and I mumbled an affirmative response, and she walked out of the kitchen. She paused by Blake in the living room, and then walked away. There was an echo of the door shutting, and then the roar of a motorcycle engine.
"I should probably get going, too. I'll see you tonight." Jaune said, before walking out. The familiar sound of the door and a motorcycle engine resonated once more.
The familiar sound of silence.
I could briefly remember being conscious when Jaune and Yang came over. It was very brief, maybe only a good thirty seconds before I slipped unconscious again. This time, I could feel every much more clearly. I realized that I was actually coming to for good this time. There was a lot of thoughts swarming my mind, which somehow felt rather clear, considering the fact I nearly drank myself to death. I guess I would have to thank Jaune for that.
I was really concerned for Weiss at the moment. I must've scared her half to death. Her scream did jolt me awake for a moment though, which was her only relief. I didn't want to make up a long list of excuses to give everyone, so I decided I just would make stuff up on the spot.
I propped myself up with my elbow, and rubbed the residual sleep out of my eyes. I lazily grabbed my phone off the coffee table, and checked the time. It was only a little past five. We had to leave at quarter after six, so I pushed myself off the couch, and began the short trek to my room.
I walked into my room, and opened the closet door. I pulled my medium-sized black suitcase out, and began packing the norm. I made sure to pack a bikini or two. You just don't go to Disneyland without going to the beach. I finished packing up my suitcase some ten minutes later.
I heard a soft knock on my door, and turned around to see Weiss standing in the doorway. She held a saddened, if not slightly neutral expression. I gave her a short smile, a walked over to her. I hugged her tightly, to which she thankfully returned.
"You know, I thought you were dead." She mumbled into my shoulder.
I mumbled a few apologies back.
"I don't need the apologies, Blake. Yang, on the other hand..." She trailed off.
I sighed. I promised Yang months ago that I would stop drinking, so this was a major stab in the back to her... I guess I would just have to cross that bridge when the time came. I did feel guilty about it though. I did make a promise, after all.
Weiss let go of me, and leaned back up against the doorframe. "Well... Just a little bit longer and we'll be off. It's overly coincidental how Professor Ozpin planned this, huh?" I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, but that's just how he works, I guess." I added.
"Well... I'll leave you to it then..." Weiss trailed off, most likely back to her own room.
We had all met up at the airport, just as we had planned. We had somehow gotten through the ridiculous amount of security that the airport provided, and we were currently waiting for our plane.
Jaune had somehow found his seat next to me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I knew this talk was coming, but not quite so soon. I steadied and braced myself for whatever rant he was about to go on.
"How're you feeling?" He asked. There wasn't a real voice of concern backing his voice, but just enough to show he was genuinely interested.
"Good." I curtly replied. I really didn't feel like talking about this now. Hell, we weren't even on the plane yet, let alone to our actual destination.
"Look. I know that you don't wanna talk about this. I won't bug you about it now, but we will talk when we get to California. I'm not just going to let something like this to. In the meantime, I think that's Yang coming over. Good luck." Jaune spoke, leaving as quickly as he came. Yang took his seat not five seconds later.
"You know, I really thought that you had promised me that you would stop drinking, but then I get a call at ten in the morning by a lunatic Weiss, saying that you're passed out. I just... I just can't believe you'd do this to me..." She somberly said. She was a lot more collected than I thought she had been when approaching me about this.
I was apprehensive with my next words. "I don't know why I did it Yang. I was so depressed last night. I heard a voice in my head, Yang. A voice." I said, emphasizing my point about hearing a voice in my head.
"Well... That's one reason..." Yang quietly said, trying to lightening the conversation with humor, however minuscule it may be. I smiled at her honest attempt. It kind of felt good to have someone like Yang backing me up, or rather, being there in these types of situations when I royally, "Dun goofed up", as Sage often put it. I lost focus on Yang for a moment, taking on the sight of the airport, which was set abuzz by the herds upon herds of pedestrians.
"I think this is a vacation that we all really needed. Ozpin said that we should get to our hotel tonight. Jaune and Sun are going to be taking a quick drive up to Coronado to visit some friends when we land, but they said they'll be back down the next day. Since we have Thanksgiving break next week, Ozpin said we could all drive back home if we wanted." Yang explained, re-focusing myself just in time to hear her explanation.
"So, do we have any sort of specific plans besides just going to Disneyland? And besides going to the beach?" I asked. While this vacation was extremely gracious, I could only help but be a beggar and a chooser, and hope there was more to it.
Yang thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "I supposed we would've just went down there and if we wanted to do anything else, we would. I mean, we could always have a ton of fun if we drove back home." Yang added in. I thought about it for a moment. Road trips were always fun, though I hated being box in a tiny car. Things like convertibles, motorcycles, or anything open-air was okay with me. It's a miracle that they actually got me to go on this plane.
"You know I can't sit in cars for long periods of time. Maybe if it was just with you, or someone else I feel comfortable being around with in close spaces, but I don't think that's going to happen. Where the heck would we get cars anyways?"
"Ozpin apparently took the liberty of spending the football team's budget for a new locker room, and spent it on getting Sage, Neptune, and Jaune'car down to whichever airport is closest to Disneyland. I guess now that I look back on it, he was actually forcing us to drive back home in a way…" Yang deadpanned, realizing the current situation.
"Well then..."
A loud voice over the PA system snapped us out of our thoughts, signaling us that our flight would leave soon. I hoped the flight wouldn't be too packed, especially since we were on an airplane. I wasn't germaphobic, but even most people would agree with me, since this was in fact a plane.
We soon found our spots on the plane. I was unluckily stuck on the wall-side, on the left-most row of seats, but I luckily was seated to the left of Jaune, while Yang sat on the edge row. Poor Weiss was smudged between Sun and Neptune ahead of us, though she seemed to be have a happy conversation with the both of them. Yatsuhashi and Sage sat behind us, with a free seat in-between them. Lucky.
I turned to Jaune. "So I saw that our plane lands in Coronado, and that we're supposed to drive the rest of the way. Why are you and Sun meeting up with us later?" I asked.
"Sun and I have some friends to visit out there. Before I say this, do you know what my Uncle Qrow's job is?" Jaune asked. I thought about it for a moment. "Yes, doesn't he work as a tactical planner for the SEALs on the naval base out there? I read about him on this Facebook article. His name is Qrow Branwen, right?"
Jaune hummed is response. "Yeah, I wanted to go see him, if he isn't too busy. I'd ask you to tag along, but our friends and I wanted this to kinda be a "boy's night out" kind of thing, y'know?" He sheepishly said.
"Oh no, I understand. So, I suppose you don't happen to have an entertainment for us? This is a flight from New York to California after all. And it looks like Uncle Ozpin decided to give us six extra detours." I said, switching the topic, while simultaneously praying that Jaune had indeed brought some form of entertainment for us.
"Well, I do have this…" He said, standing up to reach into the luggage compartment above our heads. A few moments later he sat back down with a sleek-black laptop, and modest fleece blanket. He haphazardly tossed me part of it, and another to Yang, which we both wrapped ourselves into. He pulled a small black device out of his pocket. An ingenious invention known as an audio-splitter. He pulled a second one out, and however ridiculous it looked, hooked it up to his laptop. Yang tugged her headphones out of her ear, and I pulled mine out of my pocket, and we all made cozy into our little media center.
"So, what do you wanna watch?"
Erm, a little shorter than usual, but I felt like just putting this out there for now. Review as always! Hopefully the next update should be out sooner then this.