So, this time, I was majorly distracted by Markiplier videos. I'm sorry guys, I keep getting distracted so easily! Again, sorry about the wait on this chapter. Thanks for reading and enjoy!


I was starting to think the airport couldn't possibly get busier. Allen and I were waiting by the gate Aunt Kiki was supposed to be arriving from and there were people swarming around us. Seriously, I felt like a sardine because of all the people. I glanced towards the men's restroom, which is where Gilbert and Ivan had gone. Ivan had needed to go and, since he was too old to go into the women's restroom with me, Gilbert had volunteered to take him. "Calm down, doll. Gil knows what he's doing. Most of the time," Allen says.

"Thanks, Allen, that really helps. No, really, that makes me feel so much better," I reply, sarcasm dripping off my words like honey. Allen rolls his eyes and ignores me, choosing to watch the gate instead. "Sorry, I'm just worried. The flight being three hours late isn't exactly calming news."

Allen chuckles and ruffles my hair. "Like I said, just calm down. The plane will get here when it gets here. Ain't no use in rushing it," he says. I swat his hand away and smooth my hair down.

"You used a double negative again. You just said there is use in rushing it," I point out, grinning smugly at him.

"It's just the way I talk, doll. Most Southerners talk like that too," he counters. I don't really have an argument for that, so I just stay silent instead. Allen grins victoriously, knowing he's won by my silence.

I look back at the restrooms and see Gilbert making his way through the crowd. He's holding Ivan in one arm and using his other to push people aside while he goes. When he finally gets to us, he's flushed a needs a moment to catch his breath. "Sorry it took so long! Trying to get back through that crowd was so unawesome," Gilbert says, passing Ivan over to me.

"It's fine, you managed to make it back in one piece and that's what matters," I tell him. Ivan rests his head on my shoulder, which lets me know how tired he is. "Don't worry Ivan, I'm sure the plane will get here soon."

"Can I sleep until it does?" he asks. I smile at him and nod, which leads to him closing his eyes and falling asleep almost instantly.

"I guess Ivan's down for the count. How much longer do you think this will end up taking?" I ask, looking up at Allen and Gilbert. They both shrug and I shake my head. "You two might be the most helpful people I've ever known," I mutter under my breath.

"It can't possibly be too much longer! Besides, just think how awesome it'll be when the plane finally does get here," Gilbert points out. I sigh and look towards the attendants' desk, which is surrounded by angry people shouting at the poor man behind the counter.

"Allen, what time is it? If it's not too late, then we should get something to eat," I say.

Allen pulls out his phone and says, "It's twelve past one."

"I saw a restaurant close to the restrooms that wasn't too crowded. We should try over there," Gilbert suggests. I nod and take a deep breath, steeling myself for going through the crowd. Allen and Gilbert follow me as I elbow my way through the crowd. I make sure to keep a firm grip on Ivan since these people tend to elbow back. We come into a clear area after a few minutes and stop for a moment to catch our breath.

"Some of them girls were getting pretty handsy," Allen comments. I look at him and realize his clothes are wrinkled like people were grabbing at them. I can't help but laugh at him and it makes Allen and Gilbert start laughing too.

"Hey, Allen, I think someone put a piece of paper into your jacket," I tell him, gesturing to the pocket with paper sticking out. He pulls it out and starts laughing even harder.

"It's somebody's number, but they didn't put a name," he explains, turning the paper so Gilbert and I can see that someone wrote their number down. The only thing missing, however, was a name to go with it.

"You should hold onto it. Might be entertaining to call the number if we're bored," Gilbert says. Allen nods and stuffs it back into his pocket. I look at Gilbert since he's the one who knows where the restaurant is. "It's over here," he says, leading the way for us.

The restaurant turns out to be like a pub, which I'm perfectly fine with. "We're getting a booth. I can't sit at a bar and still hold Ivan," I tell them. Allen nods and leads us towards a booth since this is a seat yourself kind of place. "Thanks, guys, hopefully, this will make the time go by quicker."

We spent an hour and a half in the restaurant, even though it didn't feel like that much time had passed. "Should we head back to the gate now? The plane might be coming in soon," Gilbert says, glancing in the direction of the exit.

"Yeah, we probably should. I don't think it would be a good idea to let Aunt Kiki wait for too long," I reply. I pick up Ivan, who had been sleeping next to me while we ate, and scooted my way out of the booth. I wait for Allen and Gilbert to get up from their seats in the booth and we make our way back to the gate.

"I think that plane coming in might be it," Allen says, using his height to see over the people. I can just barely make out a plane in the distance that's driving up to the line of gates. A grin forms when the plane heads straight for our gate and I'm glad we made it before the plane actually got here.

It takes another hour for the attendants to actually start letting people off the plane. Even then, Aunt Kiki is one of the last people off the plane. It's not all bad, though, since the crowd had definitely thinned out and it was actually possible to move around. My smile gets wider when Aunt Kiki gets off the plane and I head straight for her. "Auntie! I'm so glad you're here!" I tell her.

She instantly wraps me in a hug, making sure to be mindful of Ivan. "Hello darling, I feel like it's been so long," she says. She looks up and sees Allen and Gilbert and smiles even more. "It's just not fair that you two haven't aged a day and here I am all wrinkled and grey-haired," she tells them.

"Geez, don't make me feel bad about not being able to age! It's not like I can control that shit," Allen says, defending himself even though he's smiling. Gilbert looks like he's about to cry and laugh at the same time.

"It's been a long time Kiki," he says. Aunt Kiki smiles softly and lets go of me. She walks over to the two boys and gives them both a tight hug, making them smile even brighter than before. She pulls away and smiles happily at them.

"Now, I do believe we've got a lot of catching up to do."


And there it was! Yep, new chapter done. But seriously though, crowded airports suck! And I always feel bad for the attendants when a flight is late because they always get swarmed by a huge crowd of rude people and it sucks for them. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, thanks for reading, comment your thoughts, and look forward to the next one!