7 Part 2

So I won't be able to post for about three weeks so I'm going to post three right now.

Drew went to turn in our tickets while Collin, Sam and I waited.

“Well, you had better get comfortable,” said Drew as she returned. “The next flight is tomorrow at 5:15. Am.”

Sam groaned, “camping out in an airport. People will think we’re hobos, or criminals.” “We sort of are,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but we don’t want anyone to know that, so we’d better hide somewhere out of the way. Like way out of the way.” Said Collin.

We walked around the large airport until we decided to stay in a waiting area for a smaller airline. It was at the furthest end of the airport but close enough to where we would need to be tomorrow. We dropped all our stuff in the dark corner and Collin bought us all pretzels.

Drew stood after a moment of silence as we ate. “I forgot to put the shard back, give me the carrier I’ll be right back.” She walked back to the bathroom and I found myself alone with Sam and Collin.

I felt a little awkward. Sam and Collin had some kind of feud and wouldn’t talk to each other unless it was an insult. I also didn’t like being alone with Collin. He was smart, had a quick humor, was easy with people, seriously good looking and was nice to me. So why did I feel so awkward? I stood up trying to push the thoughts away.

“I’m gunna go to the bathroom too.”

I checked my phone as I went inside. 11:24. I couldn’t believe only thirteen hours ago I had been in that van driving to Virginia. It was surprisingly empty in the bathroom, only a few stalls were occupied. I studied myself in the mirror. My hair had been curled this morning but was hanging loose and sad now. I looked tired and my lips were cracked from biting them. Although I usually didn’t bother so much about my appearance I felt a strange desire to fix everything I saw. I washed my face and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. The bathroom was empty now so I changed my shirt with a spare I had brought. Better but not perfect.

I was about to leave when I heard something. A sob coming from the only occupied stall. I froze. Someone was crying just a few feet away from me. I listened as she gained control of herself again. I had just decided to back out quietly when the lock clicked and the door swung open. It was Drew, tough strong, no nonsense Drew. The sinks weren’t directly in front of the stalls and she didn’t see me as she left.

I waited a little while then followed her out. I tried to imagine why Drew would be crying as I walked back to the others. It didn’t sound like something stupid brought on by an onslaught of hormones. She sounded like she was in real trouble. I wondered briefly if I should talk to her about it as I rejoined the rest of the team.

“That took long enough,” said Sam. “Did you change?”

“Yep, it’s like a whole different person,” I said trying to regain my usual manner and sounding a little fake.

“Where did you go?” Said Drew quickly.

“Just to the bathroom,” I said just as fast.

Drew looked away. She suspected I heard her. That’s just great, I thought, now everything’s going to be all awkward.

I checked my phone “it’s 11:47 let’s get some sleep.”