Here's FinalScripts Vikklan one shot! Same universe as the last one. XP

Vikk hurried to the plane. He just barely made it, and got an isle seat. Whelp. This ski trip better be worth it. He thought, glumly (new fav word, topped only by murmur and the phrase "edited it" XP). Luckly, he had bought WiFi, and was peacefully playing DragonVale half way into the flight from Britain to Montreal. Ding! Ding! Vikk's phone when off.
From: Little Lachy
I'll be landing in 4 hours. What about you?
(Before you're confused, Lachlan's plane left Australia long before Vikk's left Europe.)
Vikk smiled, and replied to him.
To: Little Lachy
I'll be landing in around 3½ hours. I'll wait for you before calling Rob to pick us up. I heard Purston's already there. Rob said something about a vlog going up that's apparently too funny. XP
Lachlan replied almost immediately.
From: Little Lachy
Tee-hee! Wonder what #Poofless did... See you soon, imma catch some shut eye.
I yawned, then replied before dozing off.
To: Little Lachy
Same.

Upon the plane's landing, Vikk pulled his sunglasses on, to avoid fan recognition. He was jet lagged, and didn't need swarms of people asking him to sign things. Vikk wandered around, until he found a chair. All that was left to do was wait. I guess I'll vlog. He thought. Vikk pulled out his phone, and hit record.
"Hey guys its me, Vikkstar123 here and welcome back to another vlog. As you guys all know, The Pack decided to go on another ski trip. This time, Preston's gonna be joining us. Right now, I'm sitting in the airport, its 11:30pm here in Montreal, and we're waiting for Little Lachy's plane to show up and land. Rob's at the chalet with Preston, #Poofless, and Mitch and Jerome are heading up from Florida a day late. So, I'm gonna sit and wait for Lachlan, and we'll see you then!" He hit pause, and peacefully, and accidentally, drifted off into a dreamworld.

Vikk woke up half an hour later, to Lachlan calling him 'Icky Sticky Vikky'.
"Oi mate! Fish fish fish! Why you so sleepy?" Lachlan complained.
"What? I fell asleep? Oh well, you're here now. Imma continue my vlog, that good with you?"
"Sure." Vikk turned his phone back on, and resumed recording.
"And we're back! Lachy just woke me up from a little nap I did not intend on taking, but oh well. Lachlan! Wanna get in here?" Vikk called to the Aussie.
"Oi mate jet lagged so baaaad. And Viiiiiiiiikkk!! Jerome's being a jag! He's texting me telling me he messed with all my stuff in Florida! He's such a darude sandstormer!"
"Poor Little Lachy. Ok. That's gonna be the end of this vlog, or at least for now it is. So hope you all enjoyed, if you did be sure to leave a like rating and all that good stuff, and we'll see you later with more vlogs!" Vikk ended the recording, and went to put his phone back in his pocket, but then remembered something.
"Now to text Rob to come pick us up!" He reopened messages and found Rob's contact.
To: Rob-a-dob-flob who can't get a job
Hey dude! #Vikklan is at the airport and needs a ride to the chalet.
Five seconds later, he responded.
From: Rob-a-dob-flob who can't get a job
OK. #Poofless coming to get ya! Be there in ten ;P
"Wonder why its gonna take ten minutes." I thought aloud.
"Maybe #Poofless is canon?" Lachlan joked.
"Ya right. Merome will be canon before Poofless."
"Oi mate, you wanna have a shipping competition?" (Again, idk why but I feel like Lachlan must have at least one OTP)
"Bring it on!" Vikk challenged. For the next seven minutes, the only sound throughout the basically empty airport was the Brit and the Aussie comparing ships. Everything from Skylox to NoochZaHutt, they thought of it. The only one they didn't say was...
"What about Vikklan? You guys are like an old married couple." A voice said from behind them.
"Hey Rob, hi Preston. Lachlan, let's go." Vikk yawned, realizing how tired he was, despite his naps.
"Oi fish fish fish! Who won?"
"Won what?" Rob and Preston were very confused.
"The shipping competition!" Lachlan exclaimed while Vikk muttered "Hashtag Poofless..."
"A shipping competition? Really? I guess that what Vikklan does at the airport..." Rob murmured, shaking his head. "I guess you could say that. Vikklan at the airport! Hey, that sounds like a TV show name!" Vikk called out (call her out!) proud of his discovery. The four guys laughed all the way to the car. Once in, Vikk leaded over on Lachlan's shoulder and fell asleep, dreaming of Vikklan at the airport.

Done! 800 words. More like a snippet of a story, but YOLO. I'm new to this. Hope you liked it! FinalScripts don't forget... I'm still plotting revenge. Not all of these will be happy... ❤