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"Airport?" Brendon asked, starting up the car and beginning to drive.
"Yeah," Margot said. "The airport. In case you didn't know, they have planes there that can take you from one place to another when you don't have time to drive."
"Are you serious?"
"Of course." Margot turned to look at him. "Don't you want to be at Boyd's funeral?"
"Yeah, of course I do."
"Well, then, what‘s the problem? Hey, next exit, airport!" Margot pointed at a highway sign they were about to pass. Brendon nodded, turning onto the ramp when the exit came up.
Within minutes, they were parked in the parking lot of Eerie National Airport. The couple hurriedly got their bags out of the car, starting in toward the information desk.
"Excuse me," Margot said to a woman behind the desk. "We need a flight to Las Vegas airport tonight." The woman smiled knowingly.
"Someone's getting married!" she sang cheerily, beginning to search for a flight on her computer. Both Brendon and Margot began sputtering and blushing, trying to explain the woman's mistake.
"No," Margot said hastily. "No. We're just...We're going to see family."
"Okay," the woman said in a voice that suggested that she didn't really believe Margot. "Oh," she said suddenly, her face falling. "I'm sorry. You just missed a flight to Las Vegas International by a few minutes. I'm sorry, I don't think there are anymore out tonight..." Brendon sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Margot stomped her foot indignantly.
"No," she said. "We need to get to Las Vegas tonight. Not tomorrow, not next week, tonight." Brendon hadn't seen this side of Margot in quite a while. After she'd started dating Spencer, Margot had become complacent and docile, and you'd have been hard-pressed to coax a harsh word out of her. Brendon was happy to hear this tone of voice. This was the real Margot. He grinned.
"Well..." the woman sighed, beginning to type again. "Oh! Here you go: you can catch a flight to Dallas in half an hour, and then, after a two-hour layover, you can catch the flight to Vegas." Margot sighed with relief, her shoulders sagging.
"Perfect," she said, pulling out her wallet. "Okay, can we have two tickets, please?" She began to hand over a bank card, but was stopped by Brendon.
"You don't have to pay for mine," he told her, beginning to pull out his own wallet.
"Brendon," she said with a smile, giving the woman her card. "This is for mine and Spencer's joint account, and I've never put any money into it. So, really, Spencer's paying for it." Brendon grinned.
"Well, he does owe me."
"Why?" Margot asked, taking the tickets the clerk had printed and handing one to Brendon.
"Because," he said, following her to the baggage check. They checked their bags as quickly as possible, knowing that airport security could take over an hour, something they just didn't have. "He got the girl. The least he could do is buy me a plane ticket for my heartaches." He smirked at his companion, who rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Brendon," she said. They were at security, and it was a ridiculously long line of people. They both sighed. "Please move quickly," Margot murmured under her breath.
The security line crawled along, taking more time than Margot thought humanly possible. An old woman a few people ahead of the couple took forever because she was trying to bring a water bottle filled with prune juice onto the plane, and wouldn't listen when the security men told her she couldn't do that. Finally, the men just threw the bottle out, ushering the lady along through her protests.
Finally, Margot and Brendon made it up to the check, shucking off shoes, and belts, and anything with metal. Brendon walked into the full-body scanner, stood with his arms above his head, and walked out when he was given the okay. Margot walked in after him, an assault of beeping falling on her ears the minute she set foot in there. Her eyes grew wide, and she shot a terrified look at Brendon.
"Miss," said a security guard as he approached her. "You're going to need to step over here, please." Margot shakily walked over to him, standing as he instructed while he passed a hand-held metal detector up and down her body. Just above her jeans, the machine beeped. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to lift your shirt up, please." Margot gaped.
Cheeks burning crimson, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to reveal what she knew was setting the machine off. The guard passed the machine over her stomach again, issuing another beep.
"Body piercing!" he shouted to another guard at a computer, who nodded and began typing. "Thank you, miss. You can grab your things and continue on to the terminal." Still blushing furiously, Margot grabbed her purse and shoes and joined Brendon, who was in stitches.
"You have a belly-button ring?" he asked, laughing uproariously. "A belly-button ring! When did you get that done?"
"Well," Margot said in a hushed tone, keeping her eyes forward and not cracking a smile. "On my eighteenth birthday, Spencer flew in from O-State and took me out. He told me he thought it would be hot if I got my belly-button pierced, so I did."
"Oh my God!" Brendon said, gaping at her. "Did you have sex with him after you got it?" "No," Margot said. "I was too sore to do anything but kiss him goodbye before he left for the airport."
"Bet he wasn't happy about that," Brendon snorted. "So, what is it? Tinkerbell? A rose?" His smirk grew. "A Playboy bunny?"
"I would not wear a Playboy bunny!" Margot yelled, embarrassed, stopping in the middle of the terminal.
"Oh, calm down," Brendon told her nonchalantly. "I know you wouldn't; I was kidding. But seriously: what is it?"
"Nothing," Margot said pointedly, continuing to walk until she found their gate. They were already boarding, and they had gotten there just in time.
"No, it's obviously something if it set off the alarm. Just show me." Brendon grabbed Margot's arm to keep her from getting on the plane.
"Brendon, please. I'll show you another time."
"Just show me now, and I'll leave you alone and we can get on the plane." Margot sighed, glancing longingly at the terminal.
"Fine," she relented, grabbing her shirt. She lifted it to reveal a tiny, glittering, bejeweled sunflower, dangling from a curved, silver bar.
"Aw, that's cute!" Brendon teased as Margot lowered her shirt and dragged him onto the plane behind her.
"Don't tell anyone. Especially don't tell my mother. She doesn't know, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Ooh, secrets from Mommy?" Brendon asked evilly. Margot didn't answer; she just took her seat on the plane and sighed in relief that they were finally on their way, and that much sooner to the end of this trip. There were screens in the backs of the seats that showed the path they’d be flying into the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport. Brendon gasped.
“Miss…” Brendon summoned one of the flight attendants that was making the rounds up and down the aisle. “Miss, is that correct? There on the screen?”
“Yes…” the flight attendant answered, examining Brendon’s mini-television screen. Brendon nodded, and the woman walked away.
“What’s wrong, Bren? Never flown before?” Margot tried to cover Brendon’s hand with her own, but he hastily shook it off and crossed his arms.
“I don’t like flying over water,” he murmured. He swallowed thickly, his eyes going over and over the path that showed their trek would be taken over the gulf of Mexico.
“Brendon, be calm,” Margot said soothingly. People fly over water every day. We’ll be fine. I’ll always be right here with you, okay?”
“Promise?” he asked, letting out a long, slow breath.
Margot smiled, placing one hand lightly on Brendon’s cheek. “Of course.”
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"Yeah," Margot said. "The airport. In case you didn't know, they have planes there that can take you from one place to another when you don't have time to drive."
"Are you serious?"
"Of course." Margot turned to look at him. "Don't you want to be at Boyd's funeral?"
"Yeah, of course I do."
"Well, then, what‘s the problem? Hey, next exit, airport!" Margot pointed at a highway sign they were about to pass. Brendon nodded, turning onto the ramp when the exit came up.
Within minutes, they were parked in the parking lot of Eerie National Airport. The couple hurriedly got their bags out of the car, starting in toward the information desk.
"Excuse me," Margot said to a woman behind the desk. "We need a flight to Las Vegas airport tonight." The woman smiled knowingly.
"Someone's getting married!" she sang cheerily, beginning to search for a flight on her computer. Both Brendon and Margot began sputtering and blushing, trying to explain the woman's mistake.
"No," Margot said hastily. "No. We're just...We're going to see family."
"Okay," the woman said in a voice that suggested that she didn't really believe Margot. "Oh," she said suddenly, her face falling. "I'm sorry. You just missed a flight to Las Vegas International by a few minutes. I'm sorry, I don't think there are anymore out tonight..." Brendon sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Margot stomped her foot indignantly.
"No," she said. "We need to get to Las Vegas tonight. Not tomorrow, not next week, tonight." Brendon hadn't seen this side of Margot in quite a while. After she'd started dating Spencer, Margot had become complacent and docile, and you'd have been hard-pressed to coax a harsh word out of her. Brendon was happy to hear this tone of voice. This was the real Margot. He grinned.
"Well..." the woman sighed, beginning to type again. "Oh! Here you go: you can catch a flight to Dallas in half an hour, and then, after a two-hour layover, you can catch the flight to Vegas." Margot sighed with relief, her shoulders sagging.
"Perfect," she said, pulling out her wallet. "Okay, can we have two tickets, please?" She began to hand over a bank card, but was stopped by Brendon.
"You don't have to pay for mine," he told her, beginning to pull out his own wallet.
"Brendon," she said with a smile, giving the woman her card. "This is for mine and Spencer's joint account, and I've never put any money into it. So, really, Spencer's paying for it." Brendon grinned.
"Well, he does owe me."
"Why?" Margot asked, taking the tickets the clerk had printed and handing one to Brendon.
"Because," he said, following her to the baggage check. They checked their bags as quickly as possible, knowing that airport security could take over an hour, something they just didn't have. "He got the girl. The least he could do is buy me a plane ticket for my heartaches." He smirked at his companion, who rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Brendon," she said. They were at security, and it was a ridiculously long line of people. They both sighed. "Please move quickly," Margot murmured under her breath.
The security line crawled along, taking more time than Margot thought humanly possible. An old woman a few people ahead of the couple took forever because she was trying to bring a water bottle filled with prune juice onto the plane, and wouldn't listen when the security men told her she couldn't do that. Finally, the men just threw the bottle out, ushering the lady along through her protests.
Finally, Margot and Brendon made it up to the check, shucking off shoes, and belts, and anything with metal. Brendon walked into the full-body scanner, stood with his arms above his head, and walked out when he was given the okay. Margot walked in after him, an assault of beeping falling on her ears the minute she set foot in there. Her eyes grew wide, and she shot a terrified look at Brendon.
"Miss," said a security guard as he approached her. "You're going to need to step over here, please." Margot shakily walked over to him, standing as he instructed while he passed a hand-held metal detector up and down her body. Just above her jeans, the machine beeped. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to lift your shirt up, please." Margot gaped.
Cheeks burning crimson, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to reveal what she knew was setting the machine off. The guard passed the machine over her stomach again, issuing another beep.
"Body piercing!" he shouted to another guard at a computer, who nodded and began typing. "Thank you, miss. You can grab your things and continue on to the terminal." Still blushing furiously, Margot grabbed her purse and shoes and joined Brendon, who was in stitches.
"You have a belly-button ring?" he asked, laughing uproariously. "A belly-button ring! When did you get that done?"
"Well," Margot said in a hushed tone, keeping her eyes forward and not cracking a smile. "On my eighteenth birthday, Spencer flew in from O-State and took me out. He told me he thought it would be hot if I got my belly-button pierced, so I did."
"Oh my God!" Brendon said, gaping at her. "Did you have sex with him after you got it?" "No," Margot said. "I was too sore to do anything but kiss him goodbye before he left for the airport."
"Bet he wasn't happy about that," Brendon snorted. "So, what is it? Tinkerbell? A rose?" His smirk grew. "A Playboy bunny?"
"I would not wear a Playboy bunny!" Margot yelled, embarrassed, stopping in the middle of the terminal.
"Oh, calm down," Brendon told her nonchalantly. "I know you wouldn't; I was kidding. But seriously: what is it?"
"Nothing," Margot said pointedly, continuing to walk until she found their gate. They were already boarding, and they had gotten there just in time.
"No, it's obviously something if it set off the alarm. Just show me." Brendon grabbed Margot's arm to keep her from getting on the plane.
"Brendon, please. I'll show you another time."
"Just show me now, and I'll leave you alone and we can get on the plane." Margot sighed, glancing longingly at the terminal.
"Fine," she relented, grabbing her shirt. She lifted it to reveal a tiny, glittering, bejeweled sunflower, dangling from a curved, silver bar.
"Aw, that's cute!" Brendon teased as Margot lowered her shirt and dragged him onto the plane behind her.
"Don't tell anyone. Especially don't tell my mother. She doesn't know, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Ooh, secrets from Mommy?" Brendon asked evilly. Margot didn't answer; she just took her seat on the plane and sighed in relief that they were finally on their way, and that much sooner to the end of this trip. There were screens in the backs of the seats that showed the path they’d be flying into the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport. Brendon gasped.
“Miss…” Brendon summoned one of the flight attendants that was making the rounds up and down the aisle. “Miss, is that correct? There on the screen?”
“Yes…” the flight attendant answered, examining Brendon’s mini-television screen. Brendon nodded, and the woman walked away.
“What’s wrong, Bren? Never flown before?” Margot tried to cover Brendon’s hand with her own, but he hastily shook it off and crossed his arms.
“I don’t like flying over water,” he murmured. He swallowed thickly, his eyes going over and over the path that showed their trek would be taken over the gulf of Mexico.
“Brendon, be calm,” Margot said soothingly. People fly over water every day. We’ll be fine. I’ll always be right here with you, okay?”
“Promise?” he asked, letting out a long, slow breath.
Margot smiled, placing one hand lightly on Brendon’s cheek. “Of course.”
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