BWI - Portalocity Lounge [Saturday Morning]

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It had taken two and a half pep talks from her father to get Miley to be at least sociable today, the last half of which she was currently reading over text messages because her father couldn't figure out how to send messages that were greater than the character limit. Still, "sociable" was a far cry from her normal bubbly self. But she still had to be nice and talk to people, and she would, even if that talking to people was occasionally interrupted by texts from Lilly. (Hey, she had to read those! They could be important!)

She took a seat under the "Fandom High" banner in the airport lounge, with her three glittery pink suitcases and matching cosmetics bag all laid out on the floor in front of her. There. She could do this. If she could maintain a double life for four full years, she could survive boarding school. And maybe tonight, the president would call her back and manage to get her back into Seaview somehow!

...Hey, a girl could dream.

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Wait for the Shuttle!

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And our fearless leader(s), the adult(s) driving the bus!

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Kenzi was dragging, jet-lagged and conflicted about this whole boarding school bullshit. On the one hand: not Juvie. On the other hand: school. And oh look, a cheerful banner. Reminded her why she didn't do school.

On the other hand: three wallets from distracted travelers so far.

She flopped down next to Miley with a dispirited, "Hey. So. Think they'll notice if we hijack the bus and take a sidetrip to Mexico?"

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Miley considered it, but just for a moment. "I mean, probably," she finally decided. "There might be teachers around."

And anyway, she didn't want to go to Mexico. She wanted to go home.

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"Tits." Kenzi slouched lower, the turned to study the other girl through her shades. Looked like the type to miss her cell if it went missing; but maaaaaybe not the type to miss a few bucks from her bag if she was distracted. "Kenzi. So, what crime did you commit to get sent here?"

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Miley looked offended at that. "I didn't commit a crime," she said, sniffing slightly. "My daddy just forgot to mail my registration for school at home."

And yes, that was a note of weary irritation in her tone. Seriously, twelve years of mailing her registration on time and he chose this year to forget? Step up, Robby Ray.

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Oh, that was just hilarious. "Your daddy?" Kenzi smiled wide. "Awww. Gosh. That really blows."

Yeah, you couldn't tell it from her expression.

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Oh, no, was this girl going to be a bully? The last time Miley had had to deal with a bully at school, her bodyguard had had to get involved. It wasn't pretty.

So she just tried to plow through with a positive attitude. That was good, right?

"Well, anyway, I'm Miley," she said brightly. "Where are you from?"

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Ryan only had a large duffel and a backpack, but she was still struggling to carry her luggage as she entered the lounge. The instructions she'd gotten from the doctors after being discharged from the hospital said that she should avoid strenuous activity. She never would have thought carrying her bags through an airport would count as "strenuous."

Spotting the banner, she dumped her bags on the ground and slumped into seat, taking a moment or two (or three) to catch her breath.

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Miley leaned over, mildly concerned.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked. She even closed her phone as she asked the question, her brow furrowing.

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"Oh, I'll be fine," said Ryan, brushing off the other girl's concerns. "Probably shouldn't have packed so much stuff, I guess. Now I see the appeal of all those bags with wheels."

She was starting to feel better once she sat down, anyway.

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Miley grinned. "Yeah, they come in pretty handy," she agreed, gesturing to her own wheelable bags. "When we head to the bus, you can hook your bag over the handle of one of mine if you want," she offered.

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"Thanks," said Ryan. She glanced over at all the glittery pink bags. "Nice color. I bet it stands out on the conveyor belt."

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Quick assessment for filchable items: not much, and not 'til whatshername could breathe. Kenzi tilted her head. "You gonna pass out?"

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"Not really, but I think I'm going to write a sternly-worded letter to the guy who designed this airport for making it so difficult to navigate," said Ryan, still sounding just a little bit breathless.

There wasn't much worth stealing in her bags. Missionaries didn't have a whole lot in terms of worldly possessions, and Ryan had picked up the same attitude from her parents.

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"Go you, with the exercising of freedom of speech and consumer criticism," Kenzi said, punching the air without otherwise moving. "Isn't this weekend some big deal for you American people?"

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Ryan chuckled. "Fourth of July. Actually, the past two weeks have been the longest I've ever spent in this country," she said.

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One second that seat was empty, then the next, Bart was there, hair mussed, backpack on his lap. He looked around at the other people around. Every few minutes, he looked like he wanted to say something to someone, but stopped before he said anything.

He ran his hand through his hair, then opened his bag, rummaged through it, then closed it again, muttering something about Max not letting him bring his gamestation.

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Aww, a freshman! A tiny one, kind of like what Oliver had looked like as a freshman.

"Well, hey there," she said, smiling at him in a totally not patronizing way. "I'm Miley."

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Bart looked a little surprised that someone noticed him. "Oh. HiI'mBartI'mnewherewell,nowhere,butthere..." He stopped, took a deep breath and counted to a hundred. It took about a second and a half. "Hi." He waved enthusiastically. "I'm Bart Allen."

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Miley grinned, all lopsided and toothy. "Miley Stewart," she said again, holding out a hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you."

He was so cute and tiny! Way cuter than Oliver.

"Where are you from?"

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Bart smiled back, a bit toothy grin. He pushed his haircut of his face and replied, "Manchester Alabama. Though I spend a lot of time... " He scrunched up his face and looked concerned."I'm not sure if I'm allowed to talk about that. Secret identities and all that."

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Kenzi was watching this kid twitch, wondering if he was looking for his stash. "Hey. Welcome to the party. The tiny, tiny party."

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((Ooh, sorry, totally didn't see this.))

Bart's eyes got wide and he looks around. "Party? What party?"

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"Exactly, dude." Kenzi spread her arms fatalistically, and shook her head. "The search party. The exploration party. The tiny tiny party of us, the condemned." She held out a hand, checking to see where his wallet might be. "Kenzi."

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Bart cocked his head to one side in confusion. After a moment, he held his hand out to shake hers, rather enthusiastically. "Bart Allen. Nice to meetcha."

"I'm not really sure what you're talking about, but hi." Bart was not afraid to speak his mind. He kept his heart on his sleeve and his wallet in his cargo pants side pocket.