Pacific Coast Academy: 10 Year Reunion

Chapter 7: To the Airport They Go

(New York - six o'clock)

Hearing the alarm clock go off, Michael reached and turned it off. He forced himself to sit up and touched his sleeping wife's shoulder, gently her. "Breana," he whispered. "It's time to get up. It's.." - he turned to look at the clock - "six."

She stirred and put a hand on his. "I'm up, Michael." He kissed her cheek and moved out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom. He checked out his mustache, or what he considered to be one. He smiled at himself. "I am a great looking man," he laughed. He got the water running and started to brush his teeth. Then Justine came in the bathroom and yawned, putting her arms around his waist. "Daddy, is it time to go to the reunion?"

He spit the foam out of his mouth and answered, "Yep. Go get your brothers up."

(San Francisco - eight o'clock)

Zoey walked in John Junior's room and smiled seeing her son sleeping. He looked so peacefu, so cute. But that was probably the only time he was ever like that. She walked over to his bed, kissing his cheek.

"Huh?"

"Time to wake up. We have to go."

He slowly got up and went to the bathroom. Chase was already downstairs making breakfast to kill time. Zoey went downstairs, and upon Chase seeing her, he smiled at her. "Hey, good morning. So what are you having?"

"Just fix me something, not a lot, just something to eat right quick."

"Yes, I have the perfect thing." He walked to her and gave her a plate. "Sausage."

(Long Beach - eight o'clock)

Nicole was already up and ready to go. She was looking in the mirror in the bedroom she shared with her fiance, checking to make sure that she actually looked great when she sees the people she lost touch with. She did want to make a good impression after all these years. Jake was pacing himself. He didn't like to get up early in the morning so he did things slowly.

"Jake!" Nicole shouted. "Hurry up! You're gonna make us late."

"Nicole… I'm tired, okay? This is how I get ready," he whined.

She sighed and hurried over to him, wanting to take matters in her own hands. He was halfway dressed so she didn't have to do too much. Nicole buuckling up his pants and straightened his shirt, she mumbled to herself. She then went over to the dresser, got some cologne and spayed him with it, causing him to choke. "Ooh," she smiled, "I love that."

"Well, thank you for dressing me."

"Well, can you put on your shoes by yourself?"

"That's something I can do it myself."

"Good. I'm gonna put the stuff in the car. When you're done, get Joey." She left. Jake finished putting on his shoes then went into his son's room. Joey was waiting in his crib with open arms. Jake smiled and picked him up, going downstairs and out, meeting Nicole outside. Nicole put Joey in his car seat then they got in the car.

"Let's roll," Jake clapped his hands together.

(Los Angeles - eight thirty)

Baby Rachel was crying and crying an awful lot. Jason was holding and bouncing her to stop crying. It didn't work. Victoria came to him. "Dad, let me take her!" she yelled over the screaming, only making it worst. He gave her to Victoria. She bounced her a little and the baby still kept crying. Lola came into the room, nt looking happy at all. "What's the problem?" she asked.

"Rachel won't stop crying," Victoria sighed.

Lola took Rachel. "Maybe she needs to be changed," she said walking away.

"Ohhh," Jason and Victoria moaned together. "I didn't even think of that," Jason added.

"Well, you should've."

"Don't get mad at me, Mom. That's Dad," she pointed at her father.

"Why is it me?" Jason asked.

"Duh. You're the adult, the father. You're supposed to know when your kid needs something. I'm just a kid myself. What do I know about babies?"

Chase, Zoey, and John Jnior arrived at the airport, and already there was the senior John sitting in a seat an waiting for them. "It's about time," he looked up at them.. "What took you so long?"

"I had to eat breakfast," the junor took a seat next to his father.

"Well… you're here now so let's just get on the plane."

They walked on the plane and got to their seats.

"Let's go people," Michael came through the door, clapping his hands. "We don't have all day. We can't miss our flight."

"We're working as fast as we can," Christopher told Michael, straining himself as he pulled luggage towards the door.

"Justine, Mike! Bring your stuff!" Breana yelled. She took notice of Chris and took the suitcase from him, handing it off to Michael.

Justine and Mike came out holding their stuff. "We're ready," they said in unison.

"Great, awesome," she put her thumbs in the air. "Let's get a move on." She moved aside to let them pass.

As they both approached the door, they stopped and looked at each other. "I think you need to move, Justine," Mike nudged Justine's suitcase. She shook her head. "No, I think you better move, Michael Junior," she nudged his.

"Oldest first."

Breana and Michael sighed. Chris, holding onto another suitcase, came through them, pushing them out the way, walking out the door. Mike and Justine started arguing again.

"Yo, children!" Breana said, waving her hands in front of their faces. They stopped arguing and looked up at her. "Walk out the door," she said.

They started yelling again. Groaning, Michael tugged Mike's shirt, pulling him out the door. "There you go." Once he was out the door, Justine followed behind him.

"That's why Daddy likes me better," Mike stuck his tongue out at her.

She swung her suitcase and hit him then proceeded to walk on.

"Just walk down the stairs, boy," Michael pointed.

Breana put her hand in her face, sighing and shaking her head.

This is what happens every time Michael Barret, Jr. and Justine Barret) get together. They always fight, and they do that beause they love it. They're always arguing about which one is better. Or video games. There was a crashing noise with a scream downstairs, causing both parents to run outside. Michael rushed downstairs, picking Justine off the ground. "Thanks, Daddy," she said.

He smiled at her and took the suitcase from her, putting it in their big 2005 Ford Expedition.

"Everybody ready?" Breana asked, coming downstairs.

"Yeah," everybody said.

"Then let's roll."

"Logan, for the last time," Dana yelled, "get your ass up!" She grabbed a pillow and hit him repeatedly. He grabbed the pillow after the 5th hit. "Dana, please! I'm trying to sleep! Can't you see that?"

"We have to go to the reunion," Lana said walking in the room.

"The reunion is in 11 hours!"

"It's that far away?" she crossed her arms then walked out of the room.

"Please be like your daughter and leave. I have…" he paused to look at his watch, "at least five more hours to sleep. So can you leave me alone and go make me some breakfast?"

She hit him with the pillow hard. "You wish." Then she walked away.