your lucky addy got me to update. serious creativity death on names so here it is. i tried to keep Bob and Joe out of this one.
disclaimer: not mine.

my life seems to need a one-hit-wonder boyband soundtrack. do half-human ears still bleed?

So...here I was. Trying to relaz on the waiting chairs of JFK Airport which Jace was for some reason calling Idlewild even though I knew it was LaGuardia nowadays. I was trying to lay across two of the chairs to save Jace a seat but there was this annoying armrest int he way that was plastic and totally uncomfortable. I was seriously considering ripping that out when Jace lifted my legs and yanked me up by my wrists.

"Come on Cullen girl," she said suddenly upbeat, giving me a thumbs up. I grumbled that her mood swings were really getting on my nerves and that I was human and therfore had breakable bones. "Details, details," she waved me off. "And it isn't like I was trying to hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you I would have crashed the plane."

"Because that's an easy thing to do," I rolled my eyes and she grabbed my arm and started walking me through the twisted airport.

"I know you're a bit slow but this is borderline ridiculous," she said her blood red eyes attracking no more attention than my belt buckle. "And I don't just mean physically."

"Are you always this rude?" I asked actually keeping up with her pace. Jace didn't pack any bags and was carrying mine because it matched her shirt better. It could be that I was in a bad mood because I hadn't gone to a normal, non-alcohol induced sleep in twenty-four hours, or the jet lag, or the fact that Jace was acting like a five year old on a sugar rush but it wasn't looking like a good day.

She rushed through the airport, nearly tearing my arm off my body and into security. They made us put our cell phones, Jace's iPod, my necklace, and about six of the bracelets Jace was wearing through an x-ray. I went through and set it off with Rosalie's necklace and I quickly shoved it through a bin.

Jace faced a little more trouble.

She must have set off the walk-through metal decetor off four times before they started checking her in the plate glass cubical that everyone could see. She held out her arms and the hand-hold went off around her forehead a few times more.

"I have a metal plate in my head," she said calmly.

"Why? We converted to sluminum decades ago?" the technition asked forgetting protocol monentarily. "I mean what happened?"

"I fell," she said. "Bad. I have a note in my pocket but if you think I'm going to pull out a bomb then you can just ask my friend," she nodded her head towards me. "She was there when I fell down the stairs."

Of the Crystler Building? What the heck did that girl do to herself? No one on the face of the earth, with the possible exception of my mother, was that clumsey. Jace rolled her eyes for the fifth time that day and pulled a note out of the pocket of her cargo pants. Some people would ask how a dark green ribbon shirt goes with beigh cargo pants but they just haven't met Jace.

They put the note through some computer program and there was a triumphant ding before they let an irritated Jace pass. She gave me her bag which had now been searched cortesty of her and we continued down the airport way.

"Did you really fall down the stairs to get a metal plate in your head?" I asked and she retrain her air personality.

"I don't have a metal plate in my head," she laughed. "I was shot though," she pointed with two fingers a little behind her temple. "I guess they just didn't have time to dig out the bullet."

And I thought my story was weird!

I found a sign that said ERIN SAX on it and brough Jace over to an over-excited man with a toupe and ill-fitting suit. As much as I love and fear Alec she just couldn't get me a cute driver, could she? Are they really that hard to come by?

"Erin Sax?" he asked almost afraid of me.

"That's what it says on my passport," I told him gleefully. Lies of omition, I would make Aro rue the day he taught me about those. "Are you the guy who's supposed to take me to the bank?"

"No, I have specific instructions to take you to the bank-"

"Well I'm here to over-rule those directions," Jace cut in. "I'm Violet Owpurr and it would be in your best interest to take me to this adress," she handed him a black business card with a white star on the front and he nodded.

"Violet Owpurr?" I asked sceptial where the hell she pulled that one out from.

"Jane uses it as an anagram for 'Volturi Power; it's her idea of a joke," Jace shrugged it off, taking a dolar out of her pocket and putting into a vending machine and keying in a package of goldfish. "Jane and I knew eachother once upon a time."

Those four words were nearly as annoying as those three i never got to here in my relationship.

"That's insightful,' I admitted. "So what's on the card?"

"The best resturante in New York City."

We finally got outside and the smell of gasoline, sigar smoke, and all around air polluntion hit me like a brick wall. If it wasn't for the oh-relectless Jace I would still be standing there but she pulled me into a black 2010 Nissan with tinted windows and undercarriage lights. The lights were purple, it was all I saw before I started coughing up a lung.

"You get used to it," said the driver. He was jumpy but I could understand why, Jace did look like she was ready to commit murder. Um...maybe it was me who looked like the homosital one. I wanted a shower really badly, more so when Jace shoved me into the backseat of a car and slid in gracefully as the car started to pull away.

There was something soothing about being in a car. It was putting me to sleep very quickly. I might have been getting terribly car sick and this was my way of coping with it but it didn't matter, I needed my sleep. I was starting to drift into sleep when I felt the car go over a very large bump.

"Sorry!" Jace said when I glared at the driver. "It won't happen again. What you need right now would be a calm, tranquil surrounding that won't be interupted by any further outbursts."

I once again put my head against the glass and waited to fall asleep to the lull of traffic. Once again I was in the grips of sleep.

"You son of a bitch I said left!" Jace screamed banging the driver's seat. "Were you born incompinent or is this an evolving condition from your degenerate lifestyle? Make the next left or I will cut your heart out!"

And there goes peace and tranquility....

please please please review. it's short and just a filler but i wanted to get something up before 2 months.
-j