It was a long ride to the airport. A very long ride. They spent the majority of it listening t Rupert sing along to Britney Spears.
"I don't need anybody tellin me what I wanna, what I what what I'm gonna doooooo... "
"Rupert, please. Spare us." Leanna said to him on more than one occasion.
"I'm not a girlllllllllll, not yet a wooomannnnn..."
"Rupert?"
"I spotted you dancin', you made all the girls stare..." Leanna had given up on him. Hey, he was singing one of her favorite songs. Ruining it, but singing it.
"What would it take for you to just sleep with me? Not tryin' to sound insane, but you and me were met to be. You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl, let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world..." That was just too much. Way too much.
"Do you realize what you just said?" She asked him, trying not to laugh.
"I was just singing the song."
"I know that, but do realize what you were singing?"
"Um," he started to sing the song to himself, under his breath. "Aw, bugger!" He finally said after a while, whacking himself in the head. Leanna started to laugh.
They reached the airport just before 2:00. Their flight wasn't until 2:30, so they stopped by McDonalds on the way. Four Big Macs, 3 Cokes, and an apple pie later, they were ready for the flight. Philippe, their new guard-person, checked them in and got their boarding passes. Stephanie was waiting with Tom and Daniel in the blue under-stuffed chairs. Leanna and Rupert plopped down with them.
"Where's Claire?" Stephanie asked.
"I have no clue. She wasn't with us."
"That means that she's with..."
"Holy crap..."
That made one thing clear. Claire was with Emma. And that was going to cause problems. Bad problems. Claire didn't like Emma, or the character she played. This was going to spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
"Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please begin boarding. Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please begin boarding." A female voice said over the intercom.
"I'm sure we can't leave without her. Right?" Leanna directed toward Philippe. It was just in time.
"Wait! Wait! Hold on!" Claire cried, running down the terminal at full speed. She ran head-first into Rupert.
"OW!" They screamed in unison.
"Will you just wait a minute? I can't run in these heels! Stiletto didn't make his shoes for running in!" Emma said to Claire, who was a good 300 feet in front of her. She walked up to them, precariously balanced on her spike heels.
Claire and Rupert got up one at a time, and dusted themselves off.
"I am soooo sorry!" Claire said, a look of awe on her face. Emma had just reached them.
"Do you really think that was necessary?" She said to Claire. "I was only going to take a while longer." Claire was still staring at Rupert.
"Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please board. Last call. Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please board."
"That's us. Let's go." Daniel said, obviously scared that they were going to miss the flight.
They all grabbed their stuff, and ran toward the plane.
"I don't need anybody tellin me what I wanna, what I what what I'm gonna doooooo... "
"Rupert, please. Spare us." Leanna said to him on more than one occasion.
"I'm not a girlllllllllll, not yet a wooomannnnn..."
"Rupert?"
"I spotted you dancin', you made all the girls stare..." Leanna had given up on him. Hey, he was singing one of her favorite songs. Ruining it, but singing it.
"What would it take for you to just sleep with me? Not tryin' to sound insane, but you and me were met to be. You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl, let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world..." That was just too much. Way too much.
"Do you realize what you just said?" She asked him, trying not to laugh.
"I was just singing the song."
"I know that, but do realize what you were singing?"
"Um," he started to sing the song to himself, under his breath. "Aw, bugger!" He finally said after a while, whacking himself in the head. Leanna started to laugh.
They reached the airport just before 2:00. Their flight wasn't until 2:30, so they stopped by McDonalds on the way. Four Big Macs, 3 Cokes, and an apple pie later, they were ready for the flight. Philippe, their new guard-person, checked them in and got their boarding passes. Stephanie was waiting with Tom and Daniel in the blue under-stuffed chairs. Leanna and Rupert plopped down with them.
"Where's Claire?" Stephanie asked.
"I have no clue. She wasn't with us."
"That means that she's with..."
"Holy crap..."
That made one thing clear. Claire was with Emma. And that was going to cause problems. Bad problems. Claire didn't like Emma, or the character she played. This was going to spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
"Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please begin boarding. Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please begin boarding." A female voice said over the intercom.
"I'm sure we can't leave without her. Right?" Leanna directed toward Philippe. It was just in time.
"Wait! Wait! Hold on!" Claire cried, running down the terminal at full speed. She ran head-first into Rupert.
"OW!" They screamed in unison.
"Will you just wait a minute? I can't run in these heels! Stiletto didn't make his shoes for running in!" Emma said to Claire, who was a good 300 feet in front of her. She walked up to them, precariously balanced on her spike heels.
Claire and Rupert got up one at a time, and dusted themselves off.
"I am soooo sorry!" Claire said, a look of awe on her face. Emma had just reached them.
"Do you really think that was necessary?" She said to Claire. "I was only going to take a while longer." Claire was still staring at Rupert.
"Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please board. Last call. Flight 120 to the Bahamas, courtesy Stanford University, please board."
"That's us. Let's go." Daniel said, obviously scared that they were going to miss the flight.
They all grabbed their stuff, and ran toward the plane.