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location : heathrow airport, london, england
time : 4 am
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rolling their heavy suitcases behind them on the shiny white airport floor, sammy, bertie and dodie make their way towards one of the check-in counters, laying their passports down in front of one of the airline's employees who types in their information as they heave their suitcases on to the luggage conveyor.
bertie mentally thanks his mum for having driven them so early as he normally always had to wait in a long queue.
when all of them have received their tickets and have double-checked that they didn't forget their passports there, dodie lets out a big, contagious yawn.
"i am so tired!" she speaks, her voice still a bit groggy.
"we have another two and a half hours to spare before our plane takes off." sammy states after looking down on his watch that was secured on his wrist and then lets out a big yawn, too.
"we still have to go through the security control but our gate won't open until at least an hour before take-off." bertie informs them, fixing his glasses that had wandered down to the rim of his nose and pushing a hand through his newly-dyed whitish-but-still-blonde hair.
"maybe we can have some breakfast in between security control and take-off then?" sammy suggests, shrugging.
"sure but i won't eat anything," bertie says determinedly, "i can't be trusted with the start of a flight and food. those don't really mix well together for me."
sammy pulls his face together, his nose crinkling up at the image forming in his head of what could happen if he sat next to him on the plane.
"are you sure, bertie?" dodie asks him, furrowing her brows, "you know the flight takes over twelve hours, right?"
he nods, "i'll eat once we're in the air."
dodie nods contentedly and sammy adds, "you better, i am one hundred percent sure i won't be able to get a minute of rest when your stomach growls on the seat next to mine. by the way, what seat are you on?"
each of them get their tickets out again, to check who of them will be sitting where. they can hear lots of suitcases rolling past them, accompanied either by slow or hurried steps.
sammy is relieved and delighted to see dodie is supposed to sit in the middle, plus he gets the window seat. that's a win-win- for him at least .
the three of them move to the security control, greeted by a queue that moves along faster than one would normally expect.
sammy and dodie can feel how bertie gets more and more giddy and awake with the minute, excited to see savannah in the states.
the project that brings them there is pretty exciting as well, seeing as bertie and sammy want to film another one of their always brilliant short movies. other than during the last few years of school, they would have more time to commit themselves to this project and wouldn't be limited to only what they already know. they were excited to meet new people and try new stuff.
