A/N: Told you guys that this would come faster than the last one did! Granted, it is a little short, but I guarantee that the next chapter will be longer. I sincerely hope you guys enjoy, and I must thank those who are reviewing. I get so giddy when I receive reviews! ^.^

Chapter 3 ~ Hello, Ohio

"Come on, mom! If we don't leave now, we'll be late picking up Rory!" Sam Evans yelled upstairs.

"Oh gee, that wouldn't be giving a very good first impression, would it?" Mary Evans shouted back, gliding down the stairs.

"Nope, so let's go."

"Calm down, we'll be fine. Are Stacy or Stevie coming?"

"I don't know."

"Well go find them while I attempt to find my keys. They must be around here somewhere…" she trailed off.

Sam let out a heaved sigh and went off to find the monsters. It did not take long. Screams came from the backyard. Sam looked out of the sliding glass doors to see Stevie chasing Stacy around wearing the Scream mask he had recently found while the family was going through old stuff for a garage sale.

"Yo, Stevie, leave your little sister alone!"

Stacy practically tackled Sam's leg. "Thanks Sammy, he's been scaring me with that dumb thing for like five hours." Sam resisted the urge to point out that she had only returned from her Girl Scouts meeting thirty minutes prior.

Stevie ran over to the pair still donning the mask. Sam smacked him in the arm and Stevie yelled, "Hey, what was that for?"

"Dude, why are you chasing your sister around? Would you want me to scare you like that?"

"Yeah!" Stacy yelled and stuck her tongue out at her brother.

Stevie scoffed. "You can't scare me! Nothing can scare me. I'm a man." He flexed his nonexistent arm muscles.

Sam rolled his eyes. "You know, girls aren't going to ever like you if you keep that up."

"Why would I want girls to like me? They're gross!"

"Boys are gross!" Stacy retorted.

"Guys!" Sam yelled. "Just stop! Anyway, I came out here to ask you if either of you wanted to come to the airport to get Rory."

"The leprechaun?"

"Stevie, didn't I tell you to stop that? You're gonna offend him when he gets here."

"He can't help it that he's so mean, Sammy. That's just how boys are."

"You do know that I'm a boy, right, Stacy?"

"But that's different. You're a man. He's a stupid little boy who likes to pick on girls because he's stupid!" Stacy stuck her tongue out again at her brother and he returned the gesture and put on his mask and resumed chasing her around the yard. Sam gave up and walked back in the house. Some things never change, he thought.

"There they are, the little boogers!"

"Finally found the keys, huh?"

"Yeah, they were right on the key hook. Who woulda thunk it?"

"Truly a miracle."

"I wouldn't laugh at me if I were you. Remember who still does your laundry."

"Crap, you got me."

"Mothers always win, dontcha know? So, are the kids going?"

"Nope. Stevie's too busy chasing Stacy around trying to scare her."

"Well, did you try to stop them?"

"The Pope himself couldn't stop them two from fighting."

"True dat."

"Mom, never say that again."

"Are we there yet?"

"Babe, we'll be there in five. Why are you in such a rush?"

Sam hesitated a bit before saying, "I just don't want to be late. How bad would it be if you arrived in a new country and thought you were forgotten?"

Sam really did not know why he was so anxious to get to the airport on time. Maybe it was the thrill of getting to meet a new person? From the few messages he had exchanged with Rory, he had seemed like a pretty cool guy (even though he had never seen Avatar). The bad thing was that he sort of intimidated Sam. He had always known he was not the brightest bulb in the bunch because of his dyslexia, and Rory's use of huge words had just left him in a daze.

That was it. He was anxious because he was scared. How could some non-muscular Irish boy be scaring Sam Evans. He had always taken pride in his physique, but maybe he was not as strong as he had had believed. I will definitely have to lay off the Cool Ranch Doritos and work out at least an extra hour tomorrow, he thought.

"Yeah, I guess that would suck," Mary Evans said, bringing Sam back to reality.

Sam stared out the window blankly until he saw the first sign indicating the airport was close. He let out an involuntary, yet somehow manly, squeal.

"Are you OK, son? Is there something you need to tell me?"

"No, mom, I'm uh, fine. It was just a hiccup."

"Sure it was. Well anyway, we're here. You ready to go?"

"Yes!" Sam said a bit too excitedly, receiving an odd glance from his mother. He sprung out of the car while still trying to decipher why he was so excited in the first place. He eventually came to the conclusion that it was just his sense of adventure kicking in after a boring summer.

After quickly triple-checking to make sure they were in the correct place to pick up Rory, Sam and his mother sat on a bench to wait. Sam fidgeted and tapped his foot incessantly until the monitor announced that Flight 324 from Ireland had just landed. Sam's heart practically jumped out of his chest as he jumped up out of his seat.

"Sam, you really need to calm down. Weren't you the one talking about first impressions? You might scare him off if you look like a crazed man."

"Sorry, mom," Sam said, struggling to catch his breath.

Waves of people exited the plane but Rory was nowhere to be found. Sam started to freak out even more. He pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket that had his flight information. Everything was matching up, the gate, the time, the flight number. What if something happened to him on the plane? he thought. He did not know why he was so worried about someone he had never met, but he had little time to think about it.

Before him stood the worried-looking Irish boy he had been waiting to meet and Sam could come to just one conclusion.

Rory Flanagan had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen.