Frisko Jack - The Airport

As the plane landed with a crash and bump, Frisko snorted and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He loved flying. The whole experience was pretty relaxing for him, especially when they flew first class. Frisko had done his best to assure the girls that economy seats gave him claustrophobia and he was pretty sure he would freak out in the middle of the flight and have an "episode". Since those usually involved him stripping naked and screaming at the top of his lungs like a wildman, they had allowed him to upgrade their seats and boy was he happy he had won that battle. Being in first class meant you were treated like a king. You got the best movies during the flight, and awesome food, and even alcohol. It was the best and even though he was afraid of heights, it was hard to be concerned about plummeting to your death when the cabin itself smelled like sunshine on a warm day. He was in love.

Looking down at Mac, who had somehow slipped out of her seat next to him and had draped herself across his torso, he gave a grin. "Baby, rise and shine. We're home," he whispered softly in hear ear, stroking her hair with a light touch until he heard the familiar groan of her waking up. She had a right to be tired. This whole week had been stressful for all of them, but the strain of Mac having to put her life on hold and crusade for this trip back had been especially hard for her. He knew he would make it up to her, especially since she had the added pressure of meeting the rest of his family. This time it would be entirely different for them. She was no longer OJ's friend who sometimes was over. She was Frisko's girlfriend and he was pretty sure his mom was going to embarrass him. She always did.

Even with the sure threat of having his deepest darkest secrets relayed to Mac within ten seconds of meeting the maternal head of the Barrett family, Frisko had to grin. He loved his with all his heart and he wasn't ashamed to tell people that. She was part of the reason he had stuck with this band so long and it was her confidence in him that allowed him to become unafraid whenever he pursued anything he liked. Of course, that wasn't to say he didn't love his Dad, who helped make him a man, or his two brothers who were annoying but some of the best friends a guy could have. He was extremely lucky and he was glad Mac was going to get a chance to see it.

Sitting up in his seat and looking backward, (even though he heard the pissed attendant yelling for him to sit down), he grinned at the redhead fast asleep behind them. She would knock out with a gummy worm in her mouth. It was now all sticky and tangled in her hair and he silently debated about the right thing to do. Take a picture and send it to Travis... he thought with a grin as his phone slid out of his pocket.

"Mr. Barrett. Here's the ice cream you requested." Another perk about first class and being a rockstar. No request was too frivolous. Asking for ice cream upon arrival was smalltime compared to someone like Madonna... who didn't even use airlines anymore. She had her own jet, which Frisko thought was lame. Unless you could fly it, what was the point of shelling out all the dough? John Travolta had the right idea. Frisko looked up as soon as the sent confirmation from his picture message to Travis faded from the phone's tiny screen. With a grin, he took the ice cream from the stewardess and got down the annoying business of wrangling their carry on luggage. "Hold this for me baby while I get all the stuff," he said, pulling out the girls bags and his own as they all filed off the plane.

Getting the rest of their luggage and everything didn't even take as long as he thought it would, and before he knew it, they were waltzing out the doors and towards a familiar minivan that would still have his secret sticker collection covering the backseat. He didn't even hesitate. Seeing a familiar brunette in his dad's corny sweatshirts (It seriously said "Barrett with a smile". He didn't even know why his dad would want to insinuate that somehow it was hard to be around them, but Burt had a love for word puns. Even bad ones.), Frisko broke into a fullblown sprint with their luggage cart.

"Mama!" Shouting his greeting, Frisko reached down and pulled her into a tight bear hug. He hadn't seen her in months and his heart swelled with seeing her up close and personal. Forget Skype. Nothing was better than a hug from someone who always smelled like cookies or something tasty. It was also the reason he was constantly burrowing himself into Mac's arms. The women in his life always smelled like his favorite foods.

Setting her down gently on the ground, he turned to grin at Dash. "Dude, don't tell me you drank ALL of the juiceboxes?" he added, which wasn't really a greeting at all as he swiped it out of his hand. He'd be damned if he didn't get some appley goodness in his tummy. Forgetting the fact that Mac was still holding his half eaten ice cream treat, he sucked on the straw only to find that it was all gone. "Seriously piggy, share!" he added, looking around for the rest of them. Where did his mom hide the monkey bag?

OJ SPEARS - AIRPORT

The bump on the plane woke her up even when she was trying her best to stay in a coma. She was home regretfully, a six hour flight wearing off the fear that Mac had instilled in her to never see the light of day again. It's not that she didn't care for Finn since a part of her still hugely did, but OJ was seriously doubting her last minute decision as she rose sticky and sweet from her dream. The bag of worms had spilled out her lap and onto the floor, another was tangled in her hair. She could feel it because of it's weight and the sugar stuck to her cheeks. This is what she got for sucking on things instead of just chewing them like her mother told her. Her mom always had a issue with sucking, they weren't even allowed to have popsicles or lollipops. All of that sucking was training for blow jobs and she'd be damned if her daughter ended up a whore. According to the tabloids though, she guessed that happened anyway.

It almost annoyed her to see Frisko so happy. Granted he was always happy, but OJ needed someone to project all her problems on. Frisko was the number one target. He wouldn't be affected so long as he kept all his attention looked on his girlfriend like he always did. OJ worked the gummy bear out of her hair, trying to find a place to toss it before a hand stuck itself in her face. A pissed off stewardess that was going to clean up the rest of the mess she made. "Sorry..." She apologized squeamishly before dropping it into her hand.

She stood, looking through the little peep of a window. OJ was so far from her home and everything that now mattered to her, she felt homesick now in her own hometown. Her hair was mess and there was nothing to do with it but push it back and shove her hoodie over her eyes. She didn't feel like talking or seeing anyone, but this was the south. Everybody was family including complete strangers. She'd be lucky to get out alive.

With her book bag on her shoulders and her headphones on though her ipod was dead, she slugged behind Mac and Frisko walking arm in arm through the terminal back out towards the entrance. She couldn't believe that the last time she'd been through here she was on her way to Los Angeles for the first time. OJ could remember how happy she was and the feelings that she once felt in this same place take over and almost feel unreal. She was so unlike that person who first left. And she wasn't even sure if that was for good or for worse yet.

MACKENZIE MEYERS - AIRPORT

Anticipating getting to hang out with the mother of the love of her life and just getting to see old friends should have been a welcomed experience for Mackenzie, but she was too busy having to make sure that OJ didn't try to get lost in the airport on purpose just to catch a flight on the next plane to Los Angeles. Honestly, she really couldn't comprehend what had gotten into her best friend as of late. As much as she wanted to stay loyal to Team Finn and blame it on Travis, she couldn't do it. Travis was a hard guy to hate, and really, he was a good guy. Whatever was going on with OJ was OJ's problem to fix, but that didn't mean Mac didn't have the right to be pissed about it.

The fact that it had taken twice as long as it should have to get OJ on a plane to New Orleans to check on the guy who had been her best friend and the supposed only guy she would ever love a few months ago had already struck a nerve with her, so if her best friend knew what was good for her, then she would be on her best behavior if she valued her life at all. Of course, judging by the look on her face, OJ would rather have been dead if it meant not being in that moment right then. They were so going to have a talk later, and more likely than not, OJ wasn't going to enjoy one single second of it.

Of course, if there was one thing that could possibly cheer her up, it was the sight of her boyfriend and mom embracing. He was such a mama's boy, and the best thing about it was that he didn't even try to hide it. He didn't see the point. That was one of her favorite things about Frisko, aside from pretty much everything else about him. Frisko wasn't afraid to be himself. In fact, he wondered how he could ever be anything but himself. It never made sense to him, and Mac had started to embrace that idea more and more when it came to herself. She hadn't quite embraced the whole nudist thing, since Frisko had made it very clear how difficult it was for him to behave himself around her, so she didn't want to be anymore tempting than she was all on her own.

"You know, if you didn't treat this like you were walking to your execution, then you might even enjoy it a little," she told OJ, well aware of the fact that she was trying to pretend to listen to music while searching through an iPod that had no screen visible. Shaking her head, Mac gave Dash a big hug while waiting for Frisko to finish with his mom so that she could be introduced. It was nerve-wracking to meet his parents like this, even though she felt that she already knew them from how many times they had talked on the phone and met briefly when the band stopped in New Orleans during the tour. However, Frisko became too distracted by the idea of juice boxes to be of any real help. "Do guys ever grow out of the big kid stage?" she asked Mama Barrett, figuring that would be a good conversation started as she watched the two guys squabble over juice boxes and cookies.

DASHIELL SPEARS - AIRPORT

While trying to keep Mama Barrett sane as she prepared for her baby boy and the babies of the rest of her extended family was kind of stressful, Dash had to admit that he was still living the good life. Yeah, he had to wake up crazy early to drive her around so that she could prepare herself for the excitement of the day, but he really didn't mind. Sure, he was older now, but Mama Barrett had a way of making him feel his age while still allowing him to be a kid at heart. When everybody else was telling him that he needed to grow up and get a real job, since this football thing wasn't a definite for him, she was cheering him on with a juice box at the ready on the sidelines. She had always been his biggest fan, so it didn't take much coaxing for him to be hers, too.

Smirking as he saw one of his best guy friends exiting the airport at a steady sprint, Dash braced himself for impact. There was no telling who Frisko Jack was going to bear hug first, but with Mama Barrett there, it gave him better odds of not being a Frisko hug victim. He was more of a secret handshake kind of guy. However, when it came to Frisko's gorgeous girlfriend, he was more than willing to get a hug or two... or twelve, and she totally delivered. Frisko had taught her well in the art of hug giving, and Dash was now her biggest fan. Of course, like it was with everyone else, Mama Barrett had totally stolen the show with her bubbly personality and award winning smile.

"Dude, get your own. Your mom packed snacks for everybody. Stop being such a mooch," Dash muttered, smacking Frisko's hands as he tried to take his juice box away. Unfortunately, he hadn't been fast enough in his sleep-deprived state, and it wasn't long before his juice box had been drained and his good mood had been totally deflated. "You should take your own advice, dude. I mean, dang," he mumbled, pouting as he looked down at the pitiful juice box with its sides crushed and its contents emptied. So much for his good mood.

And then he saw her. His cousin, OJ Spears, had finally made her way back to New Orleans, and she looked even more depressed than he was about the tragic loss of his beloved juice box. Mama Barrett could make it up to him later, but for now, he had a family reunion to take part in, and it was long, long overdue. "What's up, cuz?" he questioned, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in a tight half-hug while taking her bag into his control so that she had one less thing to be unhappy about. "What's there to be unhappy about? You're getting to see me, and that should make anyone's day," he offered with a huge smile.