A/N: Gah...I was ready to shoot myself last night. I uploaded chapter one and thought everything was dandy, until I went to the just ins and saw...it. Yes ladies and gentlemen...it.The it being all of the grammar and punctuation errors. I nearly had an aneurysm. Bad grammar, spelling and writing in general piss me off to no end, and I realised I was being a hypocrite. I tried to fix it, I really did. But I was tired and I didn't bother to preview it before I uploaded. Anyways, long story short, do not expect as poor quality writing as in the first chapter because as you can see self- critism is not one of my weak points.
Disclaimer: I do not own COTT...blah blah blah.
The airport was a bustle with tired looking mothers and angry businessmen making up the majority of the travellers departing from terminal 7. An unamused set of six teenagers were sitting, waiting patiently for the arrival of an eighth guest.
"It's almost time!", said an excited looking boy, pacing the patch of floor adjacent to the row of chairs.
"Shut up Neil", gruffed a very tired, very annoyed looking Atlanta.
"He's just over stimulated, you shouldn't have bought him that sixth cup of coffee", a slender boy in a blue hoodie commented.
"True", she sighed, " but he looks exited enough to soil himself"
The rest of the baggy eyed group giggled at the fiery young girls comment. The pacing blonde shrugged off her cruel joke, staring at his very expensive wrist watch for the seventeenth time.
"I don't get it...she said eleven 'o' clock", he pouted, slumping down into the chair beside Theresa.
"Neil?", a small, childlike voice called from behind a large pile of luggage. She put down her tiny carry on bag, walking to stand in front of the group. The girl smiled, revealing straight white teeth, her hair was the exact same shade of blonde as her brothers, her stature and face were pixyish. A small black hoodie stopping just short of the top of her hips brought out the brown and orange in her short, pleated skirt, black strap pumps were tied to her feet. The shoes didn't seem to make a dent in her height, falling just short of Atlanta's shoulder at the most.
The tiny girl jumped happily as her smile grew.
"Neil!...it is you!", she squealed, running to the now standing boy, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. He laughed, hugging her back.
"Guys...", he began, setting her down gently, "...this is my sister, Mel"
Theresa and Atlanta beamed as they ran to the girls side.
"Your so cute!", cried Theresa.
"It's going to be great to have another girl with us", grumbled Atlanta, shaking the girls hand, " One can only stand so much of smelly, stinky boys", she giggled along with the other two.
"Hey!", the five boys protested.
"Well excluding Neil", she sighed.
"Thank you", the blonde answered rather pompously.
A sudden loud beep broke the casual conversation. Jay looked up at the confused group.
"Its Cronus."
A/N: I...R...tired.
