fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

"You are sure you do not wants me to wait with you?" J.Lo asked, pressing his squooshy frog face against Slushious's passenger window.

Tip's mom leaned past him to wave. "Text when you get there safe, Turtlebear."

Tip rolled her shoulders back, putting on her absolute bravest face. "I will." They'd already done the tearful goodbye part, J.Lo just hadn't read the memo. Tip resolutely turned away, heading toward the lounge where the school instructions said to wait for the shuttle bus.

"I am changing my minds!" J.Lo called after her. She heard her mom start Slushious's engine up, then start to putter away. "I am not too many olds for high schooooooooooooool!"

Tip made it all the way onto one of the lounge's benches, her suitcases tucked underneath, before her shoulders sagged again. Which was good, because if she hadn't, it'd be one of those legs-gone-away, dropped-on-her-ass moments. Pardon her language.

"C'mon, Tip," she told herself, swiping quickly at her cheeks. "Chin up. You drove across the US with an alien when you were 11. High school should be easy."

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"You can if you want to," Fred said. "And if you figure them out, let me know what they are. I don't know 'em, but I'm guessing they exist."

"But how will you know I'm not just making them up for myself?" Tip asked.

Inside, she was just hoping this guy at least knew the rules of the road. Or that this bus could fly and could thus avoid the other cars out there that way.

"As long as you're not being annoying, I probably won't care if you are," Fred said.

He knew the rules of the road, although this was his first time driving something as large as a bus without it being for some kind of battle. That was something, right?

Tip had had to learn to drive a flying car built by an alien with absolutely zero "car" paradigm when she was eleven. She was pretty used to some crazy defensive driving.

"I'll try to be unobtrusive," Tip promised.

She'd fail when she saw the portal they were going to drive through.

"Good kid," Fred said. "If I had a gold star to give, you'd get one."

"Drat," Tip said, dry as a bone. "If only you'd come prepared. I guess I'll have to resign myself to starlessness."

"Now that you mention it, that's probably one of the rules," Fred noted.

"And I guessed it on the first try," Tip said. "Too bad I won't get a star for that, either."

"You learn quick. You'll do just fine here," Fred noted.

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