'Ello there fellow humans! Here's a prize for being such awesome readers and dealing with us – another update! Yay!

You should know by now who owns which character. I shouldn't have to say it again. WE OWN NOTHING BESIDES REECE, CHELSEA, AND ROXY.

Reece's POV:

And then it hit me. And I cried. Literally cried in front of Roxy, my worst enemy, and about a hundred people who I didn't know.

"You okay?" Roxy said, she sounded nice and comforting, which is the opposite of what I'd hear from Chelsea if she was awake.

"I may or may not have air sickness, I don't know, I've never been on an airplane before." I was hugging my bag. I didn't want to lose it, it had the only things I had with me from camp and my old home in it. I haven't seen my dad in years. I've only been at camp since I was 12, but he went missing when I was ten. The police were able to find him just last year, but the one time I tried to go see him I was attacked by monsters and forced back to camp.

So obviously hearing about Roxy and how she could be a summer camper and see her dad and how amazing her life was, well, that was just another reason why I was crying in an airplane.

"Are you going to be sick?" She asked gently, and I didn't know until we hit a bit of turbulence, and then I almost threw up right there, but I didn't. Roxy told me where the bathrooms were and I spent like five minutes throwing up until the turbulence stopped. Chelsea had woken up by the time I came back, I guess the turbulence bothered her too, and noticed that I looked like a dead dog. She also was poking around my bag, which made me freak out.

"Give that back!"

"This is what you're bringing on a quest?" She snorted. She holds up the pillow pet and my Cincinnati Red's hat. Then, I lost it.

"GIVE. THAT. BACK." I start hitting her, totally freaking out. Chelsea looks kind of... Scared? I hope so. She stole my hat. She wouldn't ever even begin to understand so I'm not even going to try to explain it. Finally Roxy pulled me off her and Chelsea just looked miffed.

"What's your problem?" Chelsea scowled.

"He's got air sickness..." Roxy said not letting me talk, giving me a look that forced me to cave under her expression. My rush of adrenaline was gone anyway, though my anger was still very real. I had my hat back. Chelsea still had my bag but she wasn't doing anything with it.

"That gives him an excuse to beat me up?" But then for some reason she dropped it.

"Of course he'd get air sickness..." She muttered, going back to sleep. When she was asleep Roxy took the bag. She picked up some of the stuff that spilled out when I was beating Chelsea up (Somehow the mortals didn't notice, too busy with their free magazines and neck pillows), and neatly put it back in the back. Then she reached for the hat which I was clutching in my fists. I back away, closer to the window.

"Reece, I'm not going to take it from you, but maybe you want to give it to me and then tell me what's wrong?" I loosened my grip and she gently took it. I was shaking from anger and homesickness. I didn't feel airsick anymore, just sad.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" she asked.

"You're only here for the summer, you get to see your dad and spend a lot of time with him. I don't have that option. I haven't seen him in four years, three of those years were spent worried sick because he'd gone missing, now he's back and I still can't see him. His favorite team is the Reds. He gave me this hat for my tenth birthday a little bit before he went missing. Chelsea wouldn't understand." Roxy nods and hands me my backpack.

"Get some sleep," she advices, and eventually I do. It really is a short flight and when we land we get out of the airport quickly.

Unfortunately, we're met by some of my old friends...