Why in Busch Gardens?
"If it wasn't for that stupid Tanga-kanga whatever ride, none of this would have ever happened," she said, obviously distressed…
A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday too, just didn't feel like writing.
Chapter 5 – Musical people and confusing IMs
"Hey mom, me and Miley were just talking about your hooker days!"
"You're what?" Oliver glared at his wife.
"I put the money in the bank and used it toward collage?" Lilly offered, "It only lasted a month anyway."
"Lilly that's illegal."
"It's obviously over now, so don't worry about it."
Oliver sighed, "I'm surprised you didn't get an STD, or pregnant."
"I did. Both."
"What?!"
"I'm kidding," she said, trying to sound truthful.
"Mom! Can we please check in now?" Tabby shouted to me.
I got Rhia and Aly to get in line, and Oliver assembled his kids.
I said my name and received our tickets, "What's the heaviest bag?" the woman behind the counter said in monotone.
"Mine," I said, gave her my bag. Tabby's bag was next, then Aly's, and Rhia's was the lightest suitcase. Then Alyssa's car seat and Tabby's acoustic guitar. Actually, it was my old one, I wasn't going to risk buying her a whole new one and having her not ever use it. She's proven me wrong; she actually uses it, and knows every single Hannah Montana song ever written.
"I bid you farewell, Guitar-y," Tabby told it, kissing its case.
"Tabby, just put it down," I told her, and she hugged it to her chest, "Tabitha!" I tried to take it from her.
"I'll never forget you, I'll love you forever!" She was very attached to that thing.
Oliver and Lilly were a lot slower than we were. How? I have no idea. It's really not that hard for the average person, but they weren't exactly average people. They had just a few more things than we did, and our check in went off without a hitch.
"Whoa, wait, why does Riley have two seats?" Oliver said, looking at the tickets.
"Good going, mom," Riley said, "You bought an extra seat under my name!"
"Oops," Lilly said, embarrassed, "I don't know how I did that."
They ended up just going with the flow of that mistake. They checked in their bags, and the double stroller (for Carter and any of the other kids who may get tired of walking). Lilly gave Carter's car seat (which he was sitting in for the flight) to Oliver to carry.
The line at security was, surprisingly, not that long, and we got through in about 10 minutes.
While Jackson and I were the only ones across the medical detector, and Tabby was still working on getting her belt off, he whispered to me, "Okay, Miles, this is the time where we get to leave all of the kids and our parents and just go off by ourselves, all be have to do is make sure that…"
"Jackson, stop!" I yelled at him.
Our flight wasn't until 1:30, and we were all settled before noon, so we were pretty bored, just sitting in the terminal.
"Alright Daddy, pick a card," Lola told Oliver, he took one, "Look at it real careful, then put it back in the stack." He followed her orders.
She shuffled the deck of playing cards she was using to show of her magic tricks, "Is this your card?"
"I don't… remember," Oliver said honestly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Hit me baby one more time," I heard Tabby sing in a seat across me.
Riley looked over her shoulder at the mp3 player Tabby was listening to, "She's not even listening to that song."
I laughed. "It's my inner radio playing it louder than my mp3 player," Tabby said, not taking off her head phones.
"Your inner radio, huh?" I said, smirking.
"Duh."
"Mom what's the time difference in Florida?" Rhia asked me.
"They're three hours ahead."
"So we're going to lose three hours?" Riley asked in disbelief.
"Yep," I said, "But we'll gain it back when we fly back here."
"Ugh."
Ryan and Carter were also listening to music – Rachel's iPod (she was reading a book), "And it didn't take long to decide," they sang, "that earl had to die. Duh, nuh, nuh nuh, naa, nuh, goodbyyeee Earl!"
It was unbelievably cute, but when a six year old boy and his two year old brother know all the words to a Dixie Chicks song that was made decades ago, they had to have some interesting musical influence. And that they did.
"Jump, jump, get it, get it, rebound that ball," Riley sang to herself. I looked at her, "Sorry, cheerleading moment," she told me, "You know all the basketball players are much more into the cheerleading than the actual cheerleaders are."
"Is than an insult?" Little Grace shouted.
"Grace you're not even a cheerleader," Lilly told her daughter.
"I know, I was just asking."
"No, it was not an insult, Gracie," Riley explained.
"Ok-ay," she sang.
We were quite the musical group.
The rest of them were sitting in front of a different gate, because there was hardily any room at their own gate, a mixture of their own flight and a flight before them.
Nick was watching the other group of kids (and Miley, Lilly, and Oliver), "What the heck is Riley doing over there?"
"Her cheerleading moves," Aly said.
"She's not a cheerleader."
"She's a basketball player," she said as if it were obvious.
"Right. Of course."
"Uncle Jackson, when's our plane gonna be ready?" Aly asked.
"In a little while."
"How long is a little while?"
"About an hour and a half."
"Oh."
Elijah was on the computer, Jackson's laptop. "Tabby's talking to me," he said
"What are talking about?" Nick asked.
"She's IMing me."
"She's over there, and she doesn't have a computer with her, does she?"
"She's on her phone, idiot," Elijah said, and received another IM, "Ha, Tabby thinks so too."
Big Bad Wolf: nick thinks ur on a computer
C0LOR THiS W0RLD: tell him hes an idiot
Elijah got another. C0LOR THiS W0RLD: nick, look up. They both repeated this aloud and Nick looked.
Tabby mouthed, "You're and idiot," and gave him the middle finger, hoping no one was watching.
"She just flipped me off," Nick said, laughing at himself.
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