Forever Ivy

Run to You Part 2

A.N. I haven't had much time to update it, but hopefully you like what I have updated.

I rolled over and pushed my brother away with my foot. “EW! Gross!” I heard Hoffle exclaim. Chuckling into my pillow, I uncovered myself and got out of bed. I didn’t realize that Bayley was leaning on the doorway and Abigail and Maycee were still in their sleeping bags on the floor. I grabbed some clothes from my closet and plopped them on my bed. As I turned to push my brother out of my room, I noticed Bayley and blushed; I was only wearing a spaghetti-strap and some short shorts. I finished pushing Hoffle out the door and shut the door behind him when I had realized that I had seen Bayley checking me out. OhMyGosh. Wow. Dream come true. Not really, but I mean come on, every girl has this kind of moment. For some, it’s an ‘ew’ moment, for others, simply a ‘this can’t be real, this is a dream, pinch me’ type of moment. I quickly changed into a fall colored flannel, unbuttoned, with a deep maroon shirt underneath; add some jeans and some cute laced boots, and I’m ready to go. But the question is… go where? Ha-ha, you really thought that was the question, then real question is: Do I go out and face the person who was just checking me out? Or wait till my friends wake up? As I she heard my mind’s cry for help, Abigail stirred and groaned, “I don’t want to get up.” “Then I guess you won’t get the juicy details of what just happened…” I teased. Apparently Maycee was currently listening too because both of my friends’ heads popped up, eyes wide and staring at me; hungry for the juicy details of my awkward story. So I told them what happened but left out the detail that it was indeed Bayley. “Who was it?” Maycee demanded. Abigail instantly added on to her sister’s comment, “Demanding much?” She then turned to me. “But really, who was it?” Abigail agreed. I just blushed a deep red and the tips of my ears to match. “Are you kidding me?! I can’t believe it!” Maycee exclaimed. I motioned for them to keep talking but to also watch the door. I crept to the door silently and immediately swung the door open as soon as I got close enough, revealing two mischievous boys with cups that had rolled away from them. Hoffle and Bayley had been listening. Oh no, they know that I told them, they know that I like Bayley, they know that Bayley was checking me out. Shut up, my brain cut off the spout of questions piling up in my head. “How long have you been listening?” was the one I finally voiced. Bayley scrambled up off the floor not wanting to be interrogated by me, he left that job to my lovely ever so sweet twin brother. I glared at Hoffle. Abigail and Maycee chorused a round of “Ooh, you’ve just been caught!” laughing as they said it. “You’re dead to me” was the only thing that escaped my dry mouth. My anger was too much for me, I quickly squashed him underneath me and soon Hoffle and I were wrestling back and forth, back and forth. Somehow he managed to squirm away from me. Curse him; he was the one enemy that got away from my boiling anger. “Calm down Ivy, calm down” came the soothing mediation tone of Maycee, attempting to calm me down. It worked and soon I was sitting on my bed re-thinking my actions and what had just happened.
Too soon, it was noon, time to finish my attempt at late night packing and send my friends home. Time to go board a plane to Paris, France. Thank you, father! I knew that it might not be the most relaxing of a trip, but I was definitely worth hoping for.

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As we dropped off our luggage and were ready to board the plane, when a little girl with a curly red mane of hair tugged on my sleeve with tears in her eyes, “Excuse me nice girl, but I lost my mommy, can you help me find her?” “Why of course!” I replied with a gentle smile, I asked her what her name was and she replied, “Gail Grasshook.” “I really like it.” I smiled at her. “Gracias.” She replied. I smiled even bigger at her Spanish knowledge, which made her smile as well. I told my dad that I was going to help Gail find her mom.
As Gail and I went off on our little adventure of finding her mom, she explained to me what she looked like and that she had four brothers that would be most likely hanging around their mom searching for her. I explained to her that I was in a place that my mom told me to wait for her while she went to the bathroom and that I had been all alone. What I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to be frightened, was that the place I lost my mother was at this very airport.
Soon and very thankfully we turned one last corner and found her mom and brothers heading this way, looking for little Gail. “I assume that you are Mrs. Grasshook?” I asked the mother politely. “Yes, I am. I can’t thank you enough for finding her and returning her to us.” Mrs. Grasshook answered gratefully. “She was the one who actually found me ma’am, and don’t worry, I shall take a small piece of your beautiful smile as a thank you.” I half-smiled, flattery always helped the mothers feel like they didn’t need to thank me more and more. I didn’t need any more thanks and gifts with my dad sticking around. “Are you here with your family too? Or are you boarding a plane alone?” Mrs. Grasshook asked. “I’m here with my dad, we are actually about to board in…” I checked my watch. My eyes widened with realization and I quickly said, “Apparently less than a minute, so sorry to leave you all so abruptly, but I hope we can meet again.” I waved as I turned and dashed back towards my flight. I quickly got to the plane just as it was about to close off. I handed my ticket to the attendant on duty and started speed-walking in the weird hallway towards the plane. I checked my seat number. 29C. I searched my dad’s head as I passed the numbers: 25, 26, 27… I found my seat and sat down. Thankfully my dad was already in his seat, 29A; we got an extra seat in between us so that we could both have our personal space bubble. The plane was soon filled up and almost every seat had a passenger in it. The plane ride was filled with younger passengers listening to music and playing on their phones, and of course most of the adults were reading books and magazines. Soon, everyone was comfortable, some were already asleep. 3… 2… 1… takeoff. As the plane went upward my stomach went downward. Hopefully this time I won’t need to take an emergency trip to the bathroom so quickly this time. Never mind, terrible luck, I jinxed it. I walked briskly down the aisle to get to the bathroom. I should probably save the details but the broadened version of it is that I threw up as soon as I got to the bathroom.

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Soon, after a long, sickening, 10 hour plane ride, we landed. I started towards the bathroom again as my stomach started going up as the plane went down.