Michelle's P.O.V.
We're at the airport, FINALLY. It felt like 2 hours in the car, and barely had enough sitting space. "Guess I shouldn't have packed so many bags" I thought. "Alright guys, we are here! No let's tackle that trunk in the back." Mom says while unbuckling her seat belt and getting out of the car. Kaylee and I do the same. I let Mom and Kaylee get there bags out first, cause my bags were packed first, and were all the way in the back. When they finally got there bags out, the trunk still looked half empty. "Um, how am I supposed to carry all these bags?" I asked dumbfounded. "Well why did you bring all these bags?" Mom said in a told-you-so tone. I give Mom the "really?" look and Kaylee starts laughing. "What?" I said, thinking my makeup was smudged from my hand being on my face during the car ride. "Sucks to be you, carrying all those bags." I give her the "death look". "Okay Michelle, no time for foolishness. We have to get into the airport to go on vacation. And we won't be getting anywhere if were going at this pace." Mom says, signaling me to hurry up and grab my bags. After I have all my bags, I realize that I can barely walk. "Come on! Or we're going to be late!" Mom says and starts walking and Kaylee followed. I look back down at all my bags, sigh, and then start walking. After 10 minutes, I finally get to the airport building. "About time." Mom says, in a joking voice. "Took you long enough" Kaylee said, giving me a sassy look. We finally enter the building.

***45 minutes later***

"Wow," I say, after just getting done with everything at the airport. "That's 2 hours of my life I'm not getting back" "Right?" Kaylee says looking tired, "driving was have seemed less painful". "No it wouldn't." Mom said, "you think driving from Connecticut to Los Angeles will be 'less painful'? It would take us like 3-4 days to get to Los Angeles." "Really?" I ask shocked. "Yeah, believe it or not." Mom says like she was the smartest person in the world. "Rather not" Kaylee says. Mom looks down at her watch. "Okay, so, our plane will be here at-" "THE 10:00 FLIGHT FROM BRISTOL CONNECTICUT TO LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA IS NOW BOARDING. I REPEAT, BRISTOL TO LOS ANGELES IS NOW BOARDING." "Lets head to the plane then" Mom says dumbfounded that the plane was here faster than she expected. We all start walking to the entrance of the airplane walkway, me obviously behind because of my bags. When we finally get onto the plane, I realize I don't know where to put my bags. A flight attendant walks down the aisle. "Ma'am, I got this, you go and sit down" she says then putting a sweet smile on her face, showing her pearly-white teeth. "No, it's okay, I got it." I say, knowing that I don't. "I insist." I finally give up and hand her my bags. I go and find Mom and Kaylee, and see Kaylee waving her hand in the air "like she just don't care." I walk up to her and say, "very mature." "Why thank you. I try my hardest." I give her this 'really' look and reach down for my pillow that they give on the airplane and slowly fall asleep.

Michael's P.O.V.
I here a knock on my door, my limo is finally here. I open the door, greeted by a Chauffeur. "Hello Mr. Jackson! My name is Jack and I will be your driver today. Your other driver is out sick today, incase you we're wondering" Jack said, obvious that he was nervous. "Call me Michael. And thank you for letting me know." After a awkward moment of silence, Jack said, "where are your bags? I will bring them out to the limo." " There right here and I can help." I say, bending down to grab a couple bags. But before I could, Jack jets out his hand, blocking me from picking up the bags. "No, you don't need to help, I got this, you go and get in the limo and make yourself comfortable." "If you insist" I say. "I insist" Jack says. Before I start walking out to the car, I say good-bye to Janet. After a couple of minutes, Jack gets into the car. "So, where are you going,.. Michael" I chuckle when I hear the pause in his sentence when he hesitated to call me Mr. Jackson. "Well, I'm going to Los Angeles for a week-and-a-half vacation." Jack looks in the rear view mirror. "Wow, that must be nice to have that kind of vaca! Do you plan on meeting some special?" Jack asks as he turns on the car and starts driving away from Neverland. I blush and the comment. "Um, no, well yes but not in that kind of way" I'm surprised he asked such a personal question when we just met 5 minutes ago. As I notice that I'm starting to drift to sleep, I grab a pillow a pull-out drawer, lay down in the back seat and start to drift asleep.