“Have you got your pajamas?”
“Ye- wait, what?” Arthur glowered at her. You were both at the airport, this time with Elva dropping you off.
She turned to you, grinning. “You have everything too, _____?”
You grinned back, “Yes, mum.”
Arthur stared at you, eyebrow quirked at your reply as Elva hugged you.
“Well, you two have fun in the States, I’ll look for you on TV!” Elva waved as you both went into the terminal.
“Why did you call her ‘mum’?” Arthur asked you after taking your bag.
“I’m adopted,” You replied, taking it back. “I have, like, three moms, including mine.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “You have a very large ‘family’,” he said dryly.
“And I love them all,” You declared as you boarded the plane. You found your seats quickly, and you chatted to the third person in your set of seats, a nervous-looking guy named Toris, and, much to Arthur’s relief, listened to your iPod religiously and fell asleep on him.
The flight went quickly, and soon you were off the plane and in JFK airport in New York City. As you went to the baggage claim, you were looking around as discreetly as you could for your family.
Arthur chuckled, noticing. “You go look, I’ll get our bags,” He offered.
You grinned at him sheepishly and kissed his cheek, causing him to turn bright red. “I’ll be back in a minute.” You told him, and dashed off.
Arthur smiled, a little flushed, and went to get the bags, lost in thought. He hoped your father hadn’t seen that. He’d always gotten the impression that your father never really liked him. That would be a terrible thing to deal with if he never learned to like him. He found your bag first, seeing as you painted on it in bright red letters ‘MINE’. He grabbed his as well, and turned around to bump into a tall, (h/c) boy with green eyes.
“Arthur! Dude, I thought it was you!” The boy grinned.
“J-Jack?” Arthur gaped. “You’re so much taller!”
“Steroids,” He replied promptly.
“Please tell me you’re joking,” Arthur groaned.
“Of course I am, stupid,” He grinned. “Where’s my sister?”
“She took off looking for you a half a minute ago,” He explained.
“You let her go by herself?!” Jack groaned. “She’s going to get lost again-“
“Thanks for the faith in me, bro,” You said dryly, coming up from behind. “Besides, apparently you’re the one who got lost.”
“______!” Jack tackled you with a hug, almost knocking you over. “God, I never thought I’d miss you!”
“Wow, thanks again, Jack,” You grinned, in spite of your dry commentary, and ruffled his hair to be annoying. “I missed you too, bro.”
“Jaack!” A younger, female voice called, and a girl with (h/c) hair and green eyes who looked exactly like Jack squeezed out of the crowd, and broke off her calling when she saw you.
“Bailey!” You grinned, opening your arms.
She charged and headbutted you in the chest.
“Oh, fuck,” You groaned, hugging your boobs awkwardly. “What was the point of that?!”
Arthur looked away awkwardly.
“Because you went to England and I missed you,” Bailey replied and hugged you this time.
After a moment, she pulled back and hugged Arthur too, much to his surprise. “Hello, Bailey,” He greeted her.
“Hey, Arty,” She replied, grinning.
Soon, your parents showed up and you tackle-hugged them as well. “Mom! Dad!” You beamed, clinging to them tightly.
“_______!” They hugged you back, smiling warmly, and your mom hugged Arthur as well, and your dad gruffly shook his hand.
“Come on, guys, let’s go to the hotel!” Your mom led the way, and you slowed your pace to match Arthur’s, since you knew he felt awkward around your dad, and you felt like being nice.
He flashed a grateful smile at you and grasped your hand. Your dad eyed you both, but didn’t comment. Jack and Bailey snickered.
You all reached the hotel, which was a lovely Hilton in the middle-ish area of New York City.
“How far ahead did you book a hotel to get it during New Years?” You asked your mom.
“Oh, September,” She replied cheerily.
“But how did you know I would be coming?” Arthur asked curiously.
“Like you would let ______ come by herself. I doubt you could handle the separation,” She chuckled. “I can already see you two being married.”
Much to her surprise and amusement, both of you turned bright red and started protesting. She laughed, and tossed you a key. “It’s me, you and Bailey in one room, and Arthur, Jack and Dad in the other,” She told you.
“Sweet! Girl’s party! Can we watch some movie?” You asked excitedly.
“______, you’re going to be drop-dead tired,” Bailey snorted.
“She stays up till three every other night,” Arthur muttered.
“For some reason, I can’t during New Years,” You shrugged sheepishly.
“How do you know that?” Your dad asked Arthur suspiciously.
“She calls me out of boredom,” Arthur replied dryly.
“And you’re no fun, either,” You stuck your tongue out at him.
“Can we stop lurking in the hallway and get settled, please?” Jack grumbled. “I feel like we’re in the way.”
“Because you are!” Someone growled, right behind them.
“Awkward,” You grinned and opened the door. You, Bailey and your mom immediately ran in and flopped on the beds. “OH SWEET BEDS!” You all yelled in unison.
In the next room, your dad, Arthur and Jack exchanged a perfect ‘what the hell’ look with each other.
You all set up your things and looked up to find Bailey and your mom staring animatedly at you.
“What?” You blinked.
“Tell us your secrets!” They grinned devilishly at you.
You gulped nervously.