'Boom ba TSCH boom boom ba TSCH'
Feeling the rhythm. Getting a few weird looks, but who cares? I may be beatboxing along to Royals by Lorde but it's FUN. I just wish I could finally see my best friend again at last instead of resorting to impromptu performances in the middle of an airport.
Finally I spot one brown haired head appear over the sea of people rushing to catch their flight, and then a black haired head appear beside it, slightly shorter. I hope it's Dan, or imma catch the next freaking flight back to America. It would be a helluva lot quicker than waiting any longer, that's for sure.
'Ah! Stop running! I don't run aahhh-'
My best friend Phil practically collapses next to me, panting.
'We're sitting down now okay? calm your moobs.'
I laugh at his typical way of saying my name.
We're in one of those little airport cab thingies that takes you to the plane or whatever, but right now we're going to pick up my best friend from a few ye...