June: Bon voyage

[There are a few sketches I'll upload later, that can go along with this. In any case, to those of you who are flying/planning to fly this summer: *grin* have fun.

I.e. Bring a cell phone. *cough*]

The airport closest to the school was a sprawling monstrosity of chrome and glass—or, in other words, an international airport. Gary thought that he rather liked it. For one thing, it was large, new, and very shiny. It also made his trip to the airport a lot more interesting than it would’ve been had the airport been, say, one of those old dingy places that only hosted a few airlines that no one had ever heard of.

“Thank you, sir, for the, um, ride,” said Nick to the chauffeur. For the fifth time.

“You are welcome sir,” replied the driver gravely, also for the fifth time. Gary snickered. The exchange of politeness was beginning to resemble a ping-pong match.

“It means a lot to me,” Nick tried to explain to Gary, yet again. “The school ended in the middle of the week. It was already hard enough for my uncle to come and pick me up and—”

Gary turned around in his seat and stared at Nick, who babbled on in his own mortification. “Okay Nick? You need to calm down.”

“But I—”

“Chill.” Said Gary in what he hoped was a commanding tone. He thought for a moment, then reached back and proffered the bag of chips that he had been munching on. “Food?”

Quite frankly Gary thought that Mike, dozing off on the seat next to Nick, had the right idea. Sleep was a bit like money—you try to get as much of it as you can, whenever you can.

“Food?” Gary’s voice asked. The question was followed by the sound of plastic crinkling. Mike didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Gary had turned around and was offering Nick his bag of chips. He restrained a snort with difficulty. Someday this particular friend of his was going to have to learn that food was not the ultimate cure for everything.

Just like how Gary had learned that money was not the source of ultimate happiness.

Mike had been particularly pleased when his friend learned that lesson. It had smoothed out a few points of disagreements and made getting along a whole lot easier.

The next time he woke up was when the car was turning and his head had bumped against the window glass. There was sunlight behind his eyelids, beeping sounds in his ears, and a truly awful crick in his neck.

“What did I do?” Nick sounded utterly bewildered.

“You accidentally exited the game,” Gary explained. “I think. Which button did you press?”

“That one, I think.”

A long pause.

“How was I supposed to know which button to press?” Nick wailed. “There’re so many of them!”

“It’s not that bad…right?” Gary sounded confused as well. “I mean, it’s only a cell phone.”

That would explain the beeping noise.

“A cell phone has many buttons, oui?” Nick insisted.

Someone made a sound like a strangled laugh. Mike thought it was the driver. The car turned again, and Mike, keeping his head rested against the glass, drifted back to sleep.

After all, it had been a long night after a long week, and what else were long car trips for?

Nick and Mike stared up at the airplane climbing its way towards the stratosphere. The weather was lovely, but the environment—that of a busy airport full of arriving and departing people—ruined the circumstance.

“There goes Gary,” said Nick, feeling like he should say something, even though there was not much to say.

“I wanna go to New York,” said Mike. He thought about it. “Well, not really.” He sighed. “Com’on, let’s go.”

It was unfair, thought Nick, that his flight leaves last, though he supposed that someone would have to be last. That was the downside to leaving with your friends. When there were more than one people, there had to be someone left by himself at the end.

One to New York City in New York, heart of the media world, one to St. Paul, Minnesota, and one to Paris, France. Marveling at the distance between each of the places, Nick found himself thinking about his friends. His. Friends. In America. He grinned. Three in one year—not bad.

Mike, sauntering alongside of him, gave him a sideways glance. “What’re you grinnin’ at?”

“America is really weird,” said Nick, and tried not to laugh at the expression on his friend’s face.

Mike grumbled something under his breath before glancing at him again. Nick caught the words “Europe and “foreign policy.”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Never mind,” Mike finally decided, magnanimously, “You won’t get it.”

Well, if it had to do with the American culture….

Nick eyed the t-shirt that Mike was wearing. It was dark blue and had bunnies on it. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

It was definitely a downside that no one really thought about, much less him. The fact that he had arrived at the airport with two friends made the silence after they had left that much worse.

Nick sighed and sat down in a plastic chair by the window, staring up at yet another airplane, growing steadily smaller. Soon it would be just another silver speck lost in the sky. He checked his watch. Another hour and a half to go before his flight.

He drummed his fingers against the edge of the seat for a while, then checked his watch again.

A minute had never felt so long.

Five minutes before boarding, Nick wondered what his friends were doing. Zach would be home now, and Gary would be getting close to where he was to meet his father. Mike would still have quite a few miles to go, though no where near as many miles as he did.

A toddler wandering by stared up at him with large, dark eyes. He smiled at her. She giggled and ran back to wherever she’d come from. Nick straightened his shirt cuffs and tried not to sigh. Ninety minutes was a long time. It made him realize that his cell phone did not have nearly enough games on it, even if it had fewer strange buttons than Gary’s cell phone.

And so, a few minutes later, when the intercom announced the beginning of the boarding process, Nick muttered a relieved “Finalement!” and hurried into line.

Hours later, Nick woke up with his head pressed against the small airplane window to the sound of a fat man snoring on the other side of his seat and smiled to think that he was going home.