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Total Continental Drama

CHAPTER II. Wonders of Waiting

"This completely stumps our schedule!" Chris said as he ran a hand through his jet black hair, "We'll probably get there later than ever! A two hour delay? Hatchett, can you believe that? It's ridiculous!"

The students, Hatchett, and Chris were all stuck in the airport until the runway wasn't jammed. All of them were sitting on the chairs, waiting in the waiting area of their departure gate. Chris was going ballistic, making several phone calls to hotels and tour buses to alert them of their delay. Some of the students were just as annoyed as Chris, while others weren't so bothered by it. The students were all scattered out in their own sections, making new friends. They all had their own little cliques, and they talked quietly amongst themselves, shaking hands and smiling at one another.

...

"So you hate Twilight too?" Hodder responded, in shock as he looked at Nikki, who was slowly nodding her head.

"Yeah, I feel as if that whole vampire charade Stephanie Meyer created was pretty...how can I say this?...stupid," Nikki answered as she drew the finishing touches to the werewolf she drew on her sketchpad, "it's unrealistic for a vampire, first of all. Second of all, she made them look like complete phonies."

"That's pretty awesome, you're pretty much on my good side already." Hodder chuckled and watched Nikki's graceful hands; that were covered with black gloves that were fingerless except for the thumb and index finger; as they created patterns among patterns on the sketchpad, "So...what do you think about the whole music genre of metal?"

Nikki dropped the pencil onto the sketchpad and slowly lifted her head up to look at Hodder's, her stunning charcoal eyes staring into his hazel ones. And her stoic face soon changed as the corners of her lips turned up a little, then forming into a beautiful grin.

...

Eli ran a hand through her hair as she sat indian-style on the leather chair, facing both Fran and Toby. Fran had her knees to her chest and her feet up on the chair while Toby had her leg draped over the armrest.

"I really really love that whole Seattle scene, I remember going there to visit my grandpa," Fran said as she checked her cuticles, "the buildings, the mountains, the forests, the ports; it's just all so beautiful. I even have a whole portfolio on the whole place. That's where you came from right?"

"Uh, yeah." Eli gave a small smile and nodded, "My hometown since I was a youngen'. I've loved that place since. But then my dad just had to open up a new restaurant over at Wawanakwa. Fucking massacred my life."

"Well, I don't really know anything about this since I've lived on the East Coast my whole life," Toby bit into her granola bar afterwards, "it's not all too great. There's nothing to do. I was stuck in Rhode Island for about a few years before I moved to Wawanakwa."

"Rhode Island? What the hell were you doing there?" Eli furrowed her eyebrows and one corner of her lips lifted up before she ran a hand through her hair and took a sip from her coffee cup.

Toby shrugged and smirked, "Well, it's history now."

...

"So you go around taking photographs of hot girls?" Edward inquisited as Newton, Kellan, Seth, and Al looked on.

"Uh, I guess you can say that...?" PK shrugged and smiled.

"Wow, now I'm sorta liking the idea of me becoming a photographer," Edward said as he rubbed his chin, "I wouldn't mind doing that for the rest of my life."

Kellan, Seth, Newton, Edward, and Al were all looking through the polaroids PK photographed and took with him as PK sat on the chair, listening to his iPod.

Afterwards, they all gave PK's polaroids back to him and sat back in their own seats. It was quiet for a while, with PK softly singing a song in the background and bobbing his head to the song's beat. But once PK's song ended, all PK heard was silence from the guys and the sounds of murmurs and shuffling from around the airport.

PK looked around his environment before he randomly questioned, "So...what do you think we'll really see at Eastern side of the world?"

Before any one of the guys answered PK, they all looked at each other and grinned, "Hot, foreign chicks."

...

"Well, Sister Dearest, how do you think we are going to do that?" Myde turned his head to his sister, who was practically attached to his hip.

Both of the twins were sitting on a distanced bench, nobody dared to even come close to them. The two were sitting in a very proper posture, their hands were both folded on their laps, and their backs both straight. Myde and Melanie looked out at the people around them with a mischevious grin plastered on their deceitful faces.

"Hmm, Brother, I say we just..." Melanie then turned to her brother and whispered into his ear, telling him her masterplan.

...

Hopefully this trip will give me the peace Kitsune and I deserve.

Yami thought to himself as he stroked and pet Kitsune's fur in his sweatshirt pocket. His eyes then started to gradually droop, until they were closed shut into slumber. But his sleep didn't even last for five minutes when he felt the presence of a figure standing in front of him. Yami opened his eyes to find Abigail grinning at him.

Yet we still don't seem to be getting it.

Yami furrowed his eyebrows, practically glaring at her, to send a warning for her to leave him alone.

"Hey, what're ya doin' here all by yourself?" Abigail inquired with her strong New Orleanian accent.

"Hm." Yami grunted and just looked to the other side so that Abigail wouldn't see his face.

With that, Abigail just walked off to the place where she previously was.

All I wanted to do was say 'hi', and yet he just says 'hm'. What's his deal?

Abigail thought to herself and took a small glance back at Yami to find him still in the same position she left him, only difference was that Yami was sleeping. She rolled her violet eyes and turned back to face the two girls next to her.

"See, I told you he wouldn't talk!" Evangeline piped up with a victory grin plastered on her face.

"Well, it was worth a try." Abigail shrugged her shoulders and gave her a small smile.

Inola looked back at Yami, scrutinizing him, before she turned her head back to face the group, "He's probably one of those people that don't wanna be talked to, a person that you'd wait for to talk to you."

Evangeline and Abigail looked at each other, both with confused looks on their faces.

"I mean that he wants to be left alone..?" Inola clarified.

The two looked at each other again before shouting in unison, "Oh!"

...

Kyle, Trey, Sam, and Ever were all sitting down in a small circle on the middle of the carpet and next to a few chair benches. Sam was grubbing on a few Pocky sticks as he spoke.

"Do you think that you're good enough to be apart of the Winter Olympics?" Sam asked.

Trey sat with his knees up and his arms resting on them. He scratched his head and thought about it before answering, "I don't really know. There's just so many great people out there in this world that can snowboard. And I don't really know if I'll ever be just as good to make it in."

"Well, who knows? You might even be too much of an awesome snowboarder to be in the Olympics." Kyle joked and smiled, causing Trey to chuckle.

Ever was busily drawing on his sketchpad as he listened to the music in his mp3 player. He was silent and left out of the whole conversation, causing the other three to nearly forget about him.

"Hey Skip," Sam nodded to Ever, who looked up in response and took off one of his earphones, "you finished with that?"

"Finished with...?" Ever looked around him before he realized what Sam was referring to, "Oh. Uh, almost. I just gotta add a few more touches and that's all."

Sam grinned, "Can I take a look?"

"Oh yeah, sure." Ever took his hand and pencil off the sketchpad paper and handed it to Sam.

When Sam brought the artwork up to his eye-level, his eyes nearly bulged out, "Oh my god, this is...this is...beautiful!"

Sam's reaction caused Trey and Kyle to scoot a little closer to Sam to see Ever's masterpiece. Upon seeing it, the two gasped in awe.

"Err, I'm not really done with it." Ever said, leaning back against the chair behind him.

The other three ignored Ever's claim and just stared in wonder at the piece. They admired the swirls and angles that made the piece of art look beautiful. They saw as the tone, shading, and coloring of the picture were all flawless. Ever's work of art turned shapes and letters into animated beings.

"What does it say?" Kyle asked, "And what is it?"

"It says my name," Ever pointed out the 'E', 'V', 'E', and 'R', "And it's called graffiti, it's what I do."

...

"Partying is great," Dana said, a smirk on her face, "but partying in a foreign country, now, don't get me started on that."

"Wouldn't you get tired of it?" Emma asked, wrapping her arms all over her body in an attempt to keep herself warm due to the slight chill of the airport.

Dana's smirk grew as she answered, "Hun, partying is just like...let's see...Disneyland. Disneyland is the happiest place on the earth, no? Well, partying is my happy place, and to me; no partying practically is like a withdrawal from cigarettes. If you know what I mean."

"Whoa...Wow," Julie blinked twice in a reaction of amazement, "you must...just..wow."

"Well, I'd say that you're a party-holic." April piped up.

"I'd have to say that that's somewhat true." Dana responded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Emma soon got up from the bench, dusting her rear during the process, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a bit."

The girls nodded their heads before they continued on with their conversation.

The girl's bathroom was close to the waiting area, but Emma still walked in her fast, yet graceful, pace for fear of not making it back on time. On the way there, she bumped into a solid figure; although it was that of a girl's.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Emma apologized and looked up to find Klaire Sible.

"Uh, um, it's fine. Accidents happen." Klaire looked down, avoiding Emma's eyes.

"Heh. Hey! You're with us right?," Emma grinned when Klaire nodded her head and Emma outstretched her hand so that Klaire could shake it, "well I'm Emma. Emma Howard. Nice to meet'cha!"

Klaire then looked into Emma's eyes and grinned, "And I'm Klaire."

...

This is awkward..So very awkward.

Darren thought to himself as he felt his heart beat in nervousness.

He tried to avoid Mordecai's red eyes as they stared at him, and he tried to avoid Jack's agressive-like glare that was burning holes into the side of his head.

Don't cry out loud, don't cry out loud.

Darren looked down at his Spanish translator book and flipped to the next page, trying to read the text in the book. With one peripheral glance, Darren immediately looked back down at his book, knowing that Jack and Mordecai already caught his small glance and decided to glare at him even more.

Maybe it'll be best if I go to the bathroom. I mean, I don't think that the Dracula guy will follow me, at least.

With that, Darren sighed and prepared himself to slowly stand up; but before he was able to even partially get up, Mordecai stood up from the chair across from him and walked in the direction towards the bathroom. Darren sat back down, causing himself to be left alone with Jack.

Two is always better than one, but in this case, it's overruled.

Subconciously, Darren stared at Jack for an unnecessary long period of time; causing Jack to grumble a little and glare even harder into Darren's head. Once Darren gained conciousness Jack said in her sourest voice, "What? Keep your eyes on the book. I don't have anything on me that will translate anything English into Spanish."

Darren then quickly looked back in his Spanish book with a red face.

Maybe next time I'll be more careful when I pick a place to sit.

...

There's so many disadvantages of being blind, like my disability of not being able to see what I want to see. Paige thought to herself as she sat stiff in her chair. But being here is better than being home.

Paige sat at a distance that wasn't so close to the other students, yet she sat a few chairs down from Chris and Hatchett to be in their line of sight.

I might regret doing this, but for now I'll see where this goes.

...

Two hours have passed as the students all huddled amongst one another in small cliques, others still keeping their distance.

Chris was amazed at the grouping of the students and became giddy at the sight of it. Yet he turned to the outcasted students and his smile fell down just a little.

Right before Chris turned to Hatchett to give him the check up of the students, a voice spoke into the intercom, "The flight for Lisbon, Portugal in Gate 4A is now boarding. I repeat, the flight for Lisbon, Portugal in Gate 4A is now boarding."

"Whoo!" The students immediately jumped up in joy and started to cheer and clap in excitement.

"Well, whaddya know, Hatchett?" Chris crossed his arms over his chest with an accomplished grin across his face, "Let's head out."

GAH! Sorry that took me a while. I was busy with school and all that crap. But hey! Hopefully this sounds good and hopefully you enjoyed this chapter! Well, here's a reminder, if you've left anything out about your character, state it in a PM to me. And no changing anything about the character, unless.

First stop: Lisbon, Portugal!

-Vanillala