"i've never been on a plane before," JJ looked out of the window as we drove to the airport.
"i hate them, they're noisy and cold and-"
"oh stop moaning, they're fine!" i cut Pope off. "you'll like it," i told JJ.
John B had made me sit in front with him, but for once i didn't mind.
Kie, JJ and Pope were sitting on and between all of the suitcases.
they didn't look comfortable at all.
"how long will the flight take?" Kie asked.
"I think its about nine hours from here,"
everyone groaned. "but today it'll take just under five.
"how does that work?" John B huffed.
i pointed to the runway of the airfield as we approached.
the jet sat on the tarmac, fuelled and ready to go.
"Jesus," JJ muttered.
"i knew you were rich, Mia, but this rich?" John B frowned.
"relax, its not mine, it belongs to a good friend of my dad's and he said i could borrow it." i rolled my eyes as Jonny pulled up beside the private plane.
"are you Miss Morgan?" an air hostess bustled out and glanced at me.
"i am," i climbed out of the Twinkie. "these are my friends, Mr Routledge, Mr Maybank, Miss Carrera and Mr Heyward."
the woman nodded as a few more air hostesses came out of the plane to take our bags inside for us.
i led the Pogues up the stairs into the aircraft and sat down on a cream leather recliner.
my friends sat on the chairs around me and JJ marvelled at the way the chairs spun.
"can i get you any drinks?" the air hostess asked.
"yeah, let's have a round of tequila shots!" JJ grinned.
"i'm sorry Mr Rout-"
"a round of tequila shots, like Mr Maybank requested." i smiled politely.
"i'm sorry, Miss Morgan, i was told you were sixte-"
"what are you, a cop?" JJ frowned.
"get us the drinks and you'll keep your job, lady." i stared her down.
"i'm starting to think you're part Kook, Mia." John B said when she left.
"i'm not complaining," JJ shrugged.
"yeah, she gets us cool stuff." Pope put his feet on the low coffee table.
"and she's a nice person too." Kie raised her eyebrows at them all.
"of course," JJ nodded.
i rolled my eyes as the woman carried out a tray with five shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
she poured the liquid into the glasses, put the half-full bottle on the table and took the tray away.
we all picked up a glass and raised them.
"to Mia!" Kie toasted.
"to Mia!" Pope and JJ echoed.
"yay, Mia." John B muttered and we all knocked back the drink.
"so have you actually planned anything or are we just going to Hawaii on a whim?" Pope wiped his mouth.
"why would i plan anything?" i frowned, reaching for the bottle and topping up my glass.
"because-"
"bro, just chill for once." JJ cut him off.
"live fast, die young." i raised my glass and tipped the liquid down my throat.
"that's what i'm saying," JJ grinned, knocking back his own drink.
John B scowled and looked out of the window.
"d'you want a top up?" i tipped tequila into his glass before he could answer.
he glared at me and pushed the glass away.
"what is up your ass?!" i stamped my foot.
"you and JJ messing about when there's no Pogue on Pogue macking!"
"we agreed that you'd let it go! i'm a half Pogue!"
John B rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist, dragging me to the back of the plane.
"you really want him? then don't come crying to me when he gets tired of you and throws you away." he hissed.
"fine,"
"fine,"
i nodded curtly and walked back to the others, sitting down and picking up the bottle, taking a deep swig and sighing.
"so, who's excited?" i grinned.
we tried to walk in a straight line through security.
well, JJ, Kie and i did.
Pope and Jonny breezed ahead, flashing their ID's and waiting on the other side of the line.
luckily we got through without any complications and i led them to the main offices at the tiny airport.
"hello, Ma'am, how may i help?" the woman at the front desk looked up from her computer.
"hi, my name's Amalia Morgan, i'm here to pick up the keys to a black Ford pick up truck." i leaned on the desk, trying to stop the floor moving.
"uh..." she typed on her computer. "a black Ford F10 Raptor?"
"yeah, that's the one. the keys should've been dropped off earlier."
"could you give me the plate number? just security procedure."
"oh yeah, it's MOR 7." i reeled.
Mor, short for Morgan, 7 for 7 children.
"here you are, Ma'am." she handed the keys over.
we walked out into the intense heat, dragging our cases behind us.
i spotted the truck and we packed the bags into the back.
"i'll drive." John B reached for the keys.
i scoffed. "will you?"
"you're too drunk to drive, Mia."
"it's my car and i know where i'm going."
"you'll get us killed!"
"relax! i'm a professional drunk driver!" i twirled the key round my finger.
John B sighed and walked around to the passenger side.
"no, no, no." i locked the car before he could open the door.
"what?!"
"JJ sits in front in my car."
"not a chance,"
i shrugged. "then i guess you'll just have to find your own way there."
"fuck you," he hissed as i unlocked the car.
"afternoon," JJ took his seat.
"how did you enjoy your first plane ride?" i asked.
"couldn't complain," he grinned, buckling his seatbelt.
i started the engine and glanced in the rear view mirror.
John B sulked behind me, Kie was wedged in the middle and Pope was behind JJ.
"has everyone got the seatbelts on?" i pointedly asked John B.
"have you?" he snapped.
i shrugged and clicked myself in. "now i do."
"great,"
"let's get going!" i laughed and gunned the engine.
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