"I've got us tickets to Hawaii!" Bob yelled as he fist pumped into the air with his phone in his grasp.
The four of them were in the living room, binge-watching Money Heist. Sarah was spreading butter on toasts and handing them out to the males.
Yes, that's what thieves do in their free time. Watching spanish shows and eating toasts.
"Yes, baby! Time to go cleanse our eyes with the view at the beach!" Keagan winked as he shook his hips.
"Hawaii?" Sarah asked as she tilted her head.
"Yes, Ara! We're going to Hawaii!"
"How come no one told me about this?"
"Because you were too insignificant, duh," Fred shot.
"You say one more word and I will not hesitate to shove this butter knife down your throat."
"Jeez, woman. I didn't know you had such a kinky side," Fred gasped. Sarah glared at him.
"Alright Fred. You have 3 fvcking seconds before you die. Any last words?" Sarah asked as she pointed the butter knife directly at Fred.
"Of course I do! I hope when I die, I'll drag you along with me to meet Hades."
"Rip Fred," Sarah said as she aimed the butter knife at Fred. Before she could toss it at him, Keagan held her hand tight.
"Okay, I get that both of you are trying to do some PDA shit right now, but please do it outside my house. This is getting really disgusting.And I'll like my house to be clean from blood."
"Haha, Keagan. Such a funny joke," Fred rolled his eyes and took a bite out of his toast.
"Alright, lovebirds! Time to get packing for the trip!" Bob yelled again and ran up the stairs.
...
"No, I want the window seat!" Keagan whined.
"I clearly booked the seats with my own money! Why are you fighting with me for the seats?" Bob groaned.
"I want the window seat and that's final, b*tch!"
"No! I always give in everything to you, but not this!"
"How dare you defy me SpongeBob addict? I bet you don't even know the continuation of the song!"
"What does the airplane seat have anything to do with an absorbent, yellow and porous cartoon character?"
"Damn it! You do know the song!"
"Yes, hence, I deserve the window seat!" Bob triumphantly declared as he sat down.
"Fine! Take that stupid window seat! I'll just push Sarah out of hers!" Keagan stomped to the next row.
"Sarahhhhh. would you be a dearie and give up your window seat to me?" Keagan said as he blinked his eyes innocently.
"No, go away," Sarah refuted.
"Arghh, why are all of you taking the window seat?" Keagan exasperated.
"Are you kidding me, Keagan? You're making a ruckus out of this?" Fred asked as he leaned comfortably on his seat.
"What, now I can't even express my feelings?" Keagan challenged Fred.
"Normally, I wouldn't mind it. But right now, you're attracting so much attention."
Keagan looked around and realised what Fred said was the truth. A bunch of people were sniggering and some mothers were shaking their heads in disapproval. They even flashed disgusted looks on their face.
"Oh-, uhm, that, *ahem*. I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen. It has been a tad long since I boarded a plane. Excuse me for my disgracefulness as an adult. To all the kids who witnessed my behavior, do me a favour and press that delete button in your head. I wouldn't want to taint your young minds," Keagan elaborated.
"Just shut up and sit down already!" a woman called out as she threw an empty bottle at Keagan.
Keagan ducked and took a seat next to Bob.
"So much for being polite."
"Cheer up. It's not every day you see an adult man acting up and whining for the window seat. Obviously, they were just perplexed," Bob whispered.
"How reassuring," Keagan sarcastically remarked.
'Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot speaking. We are about to depart in 3 minutes. Remember to-'
That was the last thing Keagan heard before he was engulfed by the abyss of eternal darkness.
...
"Psst, Keagan. We're here," Bob whispered as he shook Keagan gently.
To his dismay, Keagan didn't react one bit. Bob sighed as he resorted to a brutal way of waking his friend up.
He pinched Keagan's right arm.
"THIS DECLARES WAR BETWEEN PINEAPPLE PIZZA AND CHOCOLATE ICE CREAMS!" Keagan yelled as he woke up abruptly.
Everyone looked at Keagan annoyingly.
"What the heck is a weirdo doing on the plane?" one said.
"I can't believe such a person exists!" another exclaimed.
"Next time, I'm gonna choose a different airline," one grunted.
Fred clenched his fist and glared daggers at them. "Huh, I can't believe the world is lacking in peace and quiet."
Fred stood up and pulled Keagan with him.
"Hey, wait!" Bob called out as he helped Sarah to carry the backpacks.
"I'll meet you at the baggage reclaim area. I would not be able to hold back my hands from strangling people if I stayed back any longer."
....
"Oh for fck's sake Keagan! Why must you cause so much trouble wherever you go?" Fred fumed.
"Okay, in my defense, I had a dream about pizzas and ice cream and I was siding with the pizzas in their war and there was a bunch of random explosives that shoot out deadly cheese and the cheese lightly grazed me which I thought would kill me but apparently it's Bob pinching me and-" Keagan rambled.
"You know, sometimes, I forget that you're actually a man and not a woman," Fred smacked his forehead.
"Being sexist now, Fred?" a voice answered sharply.
Both of them turned and saw Sarah fuming with her hands folded in front of her.
"I am no feminist but what you said just now was absolutely rude. Are you saying that females tend to ramble a lot? Excuse me, but I've seen males do it before!"
Bob gulped and mouthed, 'Abort mission' to Fred.
"I'm sorry. I will watch what I say next time," Fred apologized as he looked at Sarah with genuinely sorry eyes.
"Ermergerd! This is the first time Fred is not rude to me!" Sarah fawned.
"What should I do? Ermergerd this is so overwhelming. Fred the baddie is becoming virtuous!"
"I take back my words. Females blabber so much that sometimes I wonder where they get so much saliva from."
"Damn you Fred."