BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge [Saturday morning]

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It had been with several bone-crushing hugs, a lucky rabbit's foot, two trashy books and an iPod that Olive had boarded the plane. If she had to guess, geographically, she had started to really miss her parents and brothers somewhere over Texas. (Texas was huge. She was probably right.) She'd pushed that away and shoved in her earbuds in an attempt to sleep, to no avail.

And...now she was supposed to meet new classmates. Okay. She found the designated loungey area thing -- and holy crap, that glittery sign was like something Marianne would make (so...not a great omen) -- and took a seat. Tempted as she was to retreat into her book and iPod again, she instead only fiddled idly with her phone, looking up every couple minutes to see if anyone relatively her age had come over. She hated being the first one anywhere. Now there was like, this onus on her.

She had maybe just won her Words With Friends game with her mom, as soon as the plane had landed, with "onus." She was pretty proud of that.

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[pursuedthestars]

"Hey, if the jelly beans aren't up to snuff, you can give 'em back," Jim said, holding out a hand. "I'd hate to give out less than stellar candy."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"No, I'll keep them. Just don't go around thinking they're magical just because they're yours," Jessica said, closing the hand with the jelly beans tightly.

[pursuedthestars]

"While I'll be happy to consider your statement, I'm still gonna go around thinking they're magical because they're mine," Jim said. "Sorry but not really."