Louveone

“Oh, crap crap crap.” You ran straight into the airport glass door, pushing with all your might. Your mom’s message still opened, but just half of it read. There’s no need to read the rest. Brother, arriving, late to pick him up was enough to have you stepping on the gas pedal like a crazy person. It’s funny. You’re just a very funny person, because there were twenty alarms on your phone, which you postponed; a call with your brother from two nights ago, when you promised you’d pick him up on time; and a warning from mom right before you left for practice. But still, you’re late. They’d f