That would be cool,,

The Airport.

(No POV // Hannah and Elle)
(aka Moox and- *sniff* Twink69)
Both Elle and Hannah stood beside one and other at the airport. The two of them were scottish, and decided to meet up before leaving the country on plane. Elle grinned at Hannah, "i can't beleive we're actually-" Elle was going to finish her sentence, that is,, if Hannah didn't cut her off. "Piss."she said. Fucking piss..; Elle burst out with laughter. "ShUt-" Hannah hissed at Elle, who was being way too fucking loud for Hannahs liking. She disliked the attention that was being drawn to them from Elles obnoxiously loud laughing.

"Number 15-" Hannah nudged Elles' arm. "That's us." She murmered. "HOLY FRICCSTICC!!" Elle grabbed her suitcase, and dragged it along with her as the two approached the plane that was awaiting their boarding.

(No POV // Daniel {me})
(aka Salty.)
Daniel had left his house early, hoisting along three backpacks that were completely stuffed, and his phone in his hand, that had a headpnome wire running up towards the two earphones that were in Daniels ears. He wasn't supposed to leave,, he wasn't allowed to leave. Did he care? No.

'hm,, hmm, enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself,,' He kicked a pebble across the sidewalk as he crossed an empty road, heading towards the busstop nearby. 'just leave me for somebody else,,' he stepped over a puddle, as he reached the busstop. One other person was lead on the floor,, drunk. 'enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself,,' It was yet to be sunrise, but luckily the airport busses ran all night, and in the distance, Daniel saw the bus driving closer. He smiled to himself, standing up and pulling his bags up with him. 'she doesn't need nobody else..' The bus stopped beside the stop, and Daniel hopped onto the vehicle. The man driving held his hand out to Daniel, whom didn't know what to do. "Money-" The driver grunted. "Aight, sorry." He slid him a £5 note and three pound coins. "Where to?" Daniel was asked, "Bristol airport, please sir." he replied. "Alright."
Thus Daniel clambered up the stairs of the double-decked bus, due to the amount of drunkies all spread out around the downstairs part, and sat at the back. (So basically, late night British transport.)

(No POV // Emy.)
(aka Bwen.)
"aaa." Emy had no fucking clue of what to do, and she kept checking her phone, repeatedly refreshing the groupchats and texting Hannah 'We're actually doing this, o k -' She couldn't beleive it, or atleast, she struggled to do so.

The taxi stopped, and the dutch girl hopped out, and thanked the driver, whom just huffed and drove off. Emy shook herself, and prepared her passport and her suitcases for the take off to Cali. h

Cali, that's where all of them were headed...

(I'm tired, it's 2:17am-)