BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

[intotheout]

"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."

Comments

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[notfinnyet]

"I don't know exactly what it is, either," FN-2187 admitted. "Manufacturing isn't my area. But it's really tough, so I guess it is pretty cool." In the figurative sense. In the literal sense it was like wearing your own sauna.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[imisscookiecat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's not mine either," Steven said, thinking back to his failed attempt at building a spaceship. "So are you like a space ranger... guy?"

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[notfinnyet]

"Stormtrooper," FN-2187 said. "Cadet." Obviously.